A Desperate Rescue

A Desperate Rescue

It is very diabolical. She said that her very own husband sold her into prostitution. What kind of man sells his own wife to a pimp? Now she stands in a window in Amsterdam. Segregated by nationality, four hundred windows exhibit these women. Wicked, wayward, predatory and obdurate men purchase them for sex. The man who would become her husband was travelling through Singapore, her home. She was smitten. Her family was delighted. The day that every little girl dreams about finally occurred. Her knight had arrived.

But before the honeymoon even started the knockdown blow of betrayal kicked hard. They arrived in Amsterdam, her identification and passport was seized, and she was delivered to the pimp. Unable to speak Dutch, she was embarrassed to tell her family and afraid to go to the police. So evil set in – every night.

I would know nothing about “Annie” except that her unfortunate story is told by Naomi Zacharias of Wellspring International, a division of Ravi Zacharias International Ministries. Wellspring researches and supports ministries that help rescue women and children at risk out of these desperately wicked conditions.

Amsterdam flashes world class fun, lights, music, glamour and excitement. They don’t advertise in bright lights that the women, made in the image of God, are being used in the worst way. They do not flash in neon lights that some strains of gonorrhoea are resistant to antibiotics. Likewise they do not inform unsuspecting wives back home of infidelity to prevent further spread of disease.

Annie was eventually able to get a passport and return to Singapore. But once her family learned of her slip into the abyss they disowned her. They rejected her. What word do we use when evil strikes hard and then brutally strikes again?

She said that she returned to Amsterdam because that’s all she knows. Even if she found redemption in a church her identity in the congregation would be “ex-prostitute” so she shuns that option. If she returns home the white hot blast of “prostitute” scorches her. So she stands in the window with obsequious resignation but deep down she hates the men who take advantage of her.

The germane issue is this: good men can do something. Those of us who are struggling day in and day out to be numbered among good men can support Wellspring. Wellspring helps organizations that rescue these women out of these horrific situations. And like one good man said if we do for one what we wish we could do for many then we have done something great for both the one and our own soul.

Naomi Zacharias also spoke of another woman who wished to jettison prostitution and acquire the skills of a chef. With Wellspring’s benevolence she now delights the palates of patrons at a four star hotel. So the grand idea is to support Wellspring and then find out who you helped later in heaven. That works for me.

Anyone who listens and observes Ravi Zacharias will quickly conclude that he is a faithful ambassador for all things important to God. For those who seek the truth with a modicum of intellectual honesty Dr. Zacharias is an invaluable resource. Engage with due diligence and research. Prove to yourself that Wellspring is indeed one of the best nonprofits on the planet. And remember that most of us in America are rich beyond imagination compared to most in the world. We can give when we really want to.

RZIM covers administrative costs for Wellspring so that one hundred percent of your donations go directly to those in need. Click on the “women and children at risk” link above and give today.

Presume that when you support Wellspring you are rescuing your very own daughter or sister because in God’s economy that is precisely the case.


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