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I am blessed to have found my calling in teaching. Of the 15 years of teaching in Georgia I was blessed to have most, if not all, resources at my fingertips… all the latest technologies, reference books, mentors, supplies - for both myself as well as my students - were in abundance. I am blessed to have a four year college degree and have had many training sessions through the years all in the field of education. My classroom in Georgia was bright, colorful, clean, inviting and fun. Posted: February 10th, 2012 Just Another Day! It was a beautiful Sunday morning as the nine of us headed to Church, five team members traveled in a vehicle and four, including myself took an auto rickshaw. Our driver was very friendly as we went along the way speaking to many people and even stopping to shake hands a few times on our fifteen minute journey. We asked him to wait for us for our return trip as it can be difficult to get a ride out of the slum. The return trip started out similarly as our driver again spoke to many people along the road. He stopped at a Chickoo fruit stand to greet a friend. Much to our surprise he had the stand owner give us a Chickoo to eat. After the snack we were off again. Please keep in mind that the other five team members were in a vehicle and were probably at the house by this time, they have no idea of the adventure we are on and I have the key to get in the house. Unexpectedly, he stopped again. This time our driver disappeared behind a row of shop buildings. He reappeared with a little boy, his grandson. He wanted us to meet his grandson! He then put his grandson in his lap to continue with us on our journey home. We pulled out into the road and suddenly made a u-turn back to the spot where we had just stopped. I insisted we must go home and he insisted we get out of the rickshaw and follow him. I insisted three times and finally resigned to the fact that we were going nowhere until we followed him. We disembarked our rickshaw and followed the driver down a path behind a row of buildings. The girls were saying if you were not with us we would be so scarred! I assured them we were fine and that he was taking us to meet the rest of his family and probably for tea. We arrived at our destination which was a small 3 room home where the driver and his wife lived with their 2 sons and daughter-in-laws and 1 daughter and son-in-law and 2 grandchildren, let me count for you, ten people. Our driver’s wife served us desert on coconut leaf bowls and tea. We sat and chatted for a few minutes and then had a family photo taken before leaving to finalize our journey home. Just another day in India! Posted: January 25th, 2012 The Brothel in the Field(written when one of our staff spent several days working alongside our direct intervention staff)Our Indian interpretor told me, today, "I can't help falling into their love." She was trying to say "I can't help falling in love with them" but "falling into their love" is a better description of how I felt today. The field we are in is filthy and partly hidden from the road by wild scrubs and scrubby trees. The girls wore garish make up and ran up to every man who walked down the path, which was strewn with a layer of used condoms.  The brothel consists of four metal stalls with rusted tin roofs and “doors” draped with shabby soiled curtains. Old Hindu god posters and alcohol posters are randomly attached to the back of the cardboard and blue tarp “walls.” There are long wooden tables in front of the “entrances” that the women sit or lie upon while they are waiting for the next customer. They welcome me and try to make me comfortable. There is a steady stream of men and women going in and coming out from behind the curtains. Money is exchanged and change is made by the madams and pimps. The rate is 200 rupees – about $5. The garish make up gets slightly smeared but isn’t repaired. Some of the girls have black eyes – caught in the middle of fighting between men and other prostitutes. They all love M and V (Rahab’s Rope staff) with a love that makes no demands and has no agendas. These women – young and old are secure in knowing M and V come 2-3 times a week out of a pure, unselfish love. There is a sweet comfortableness and familiarity in this awful place. I sat next to a girl named Minnie*. She held my hand as if it were a lifeline. She is probably 21-22 and she speaks English very well. I asked her where she learned to speak English and she said she had been in school up to the 10th grade and fell into a bad crowd. She ended up being drugged and was taken to this brothel and believes there is no way out for her. What I wanted her to understand that God - the true creator God not some crazy idol- loves her, created her, knows her and died on the cross to save her. She is from Nepal - a long, long way from home. Please take time to pray for her today. One of the women has a little girl with her – about 2 years old. She keeps her in a make-shift tent. The little girl has on a dirty T-shirt, bare footed and no bottoms – no diaper, no shorts, nothing! She squats down in the dirt to “poop” and everyone watches and laughs. Oh, God in heaven, what chance does this child have to know a life beyond this field? Most of the women were brought here against their will. Tricked and sold by family members or “friends”. Many from Nepal and Bangladesh. Some “arranged” by husbands to pay off gambling debts or to support the household. It is degrading and de-humanizing – there is such a sense of hopelessness in their expressions even when they are smiling or laughing. Watching Randa* was the hardest – she is probably in her early 20’s and has three children – cared for by the man she is living with now. She is pregnant with twins and due any minute. Since she can’t “work”, she helps collect money and make change. She is so uncomfortable and miserable. We sat on the table and M asked her what she planning to do with the babies. She told us that she will care for them herself. She had an abortion in February and got pregnant, again, a month later. She had planned to have another abortion for some reason, she didn’t. The despair in her face was overwhelming. We asked if she needed anything and she told M, “You have given me so much already. I don’t want to ‘burden’ you.” Father, God, You are sovereign. Your Word promises that a sparrow doesn’t fall from the sky that You don’t know about. Father, You hold life and death in Your hands. You knew Randa and all her children before the foundation of the world was laid. I seek Your wisdom, Father. I do not ask “why”, I ask “what”. What do You want me to do to help Randa, Minnie, and all the other women I have met and “fallen into their love,” here in India? I know you are the only answer. I pray that You would open their eyes and hearts to receive you as Lord and Savior. We all prostitute ourselves to this world – our comfort, our possessions, our desires and ambitions. We are all like these women – just at different levels of human comfort – when we refuse to accept Your gift of salvation. You are the only answer to every need and longing. Only you can give peace and freedom no matter what our circumstances are. Father, once again, I ask that I might be invisible and that Your love, mercy and grace would be all that anyone can see in me. Thank You for giving me the opportunity to represent you to these women. Amen Rebecca *names have been changed for security purposes Posted: January 13th, 2012 New Online Store!Hey guys! Just wanted to let everyone know to check out our brand new online store! 100% of profits go to help fight human trafficking in India and develop our stateside programs. This is a great place to buy gifts with a purpose. Shop items made by the women of Rahab's Rope and other fair-trade items from around the world. Click HERE to check it out! Posted: December 21st, 2011 Through a Man's EyesI spent the afternoon with my wife sitting on a wooden table under a shed roof viewing a small field. This is the home of many girls that are expected to service customers in droves. We were in a place that thanks to the hard work and dedication of our staff, we have found favor to be allowed here. These girls, with empty eyes, provocative dress, and wearing thick makeup to cover the toll of hopelessness on their faces, spend their lives in this place. A customer exits from the newly paved road to walk the dusty path between piles of burnt garbage to select his prize. In a 2 hour period, each time a customer entered the field I observed between 4 to 12 girls hurriedly walking up to him with anticipation of being the one. The longer the negotiations, the more involved the girls got with strong talk and tugging at the customer. When a girl was selected, she smiled as if to let everyone know she has won. What a horrible sense of belonging. They walk past me to enter the shack, choosing one of the 4 stalls with only a wooden cot situated between 4 foot high partial walls.I spoke, through our interpreter, with a girl wearing a now faded knife scar on her face as evidence of a past I can’t imagine. My visit with another young lady was cut short as she was chosen by a man, she must go. Knowing that I cannot understand or process all that I’ve seen here today, actually gives me the freedom to know that I will make a difference. Hope empowers the least of these. Posted: December 13th, 2011 Gift A Need this Christmas!Gift A Need this Christmas!It's the most wonderful time of the year! Or, at least it is right around the corner! This year, why not give Christmas gifts that really do make a difference? Introducing Rahab's Rope Gift A Need cards! When you purchase a Gift A Need card, your purchase funds an immediate need Rahab's Rope is facing in India. The cards are each priced differently based on the cost of the need you are supporting. After purchasing one of the available Gift A Need cards to give to a friend, family member, co-worker, etc. then either you personally send or have Rahab's Rope send the gift recipient the appropriate card to let him/her know which need was met in his/her honor. Gift a Need is a new way to give gifts this Christmas! Thank you for supporting Rahab's Rope this holiday season!
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