Good, Not Great.
The entrance of Bangla Road, Patong’s Red Light District.
The first few weeks in Patong, I started to wonder if all I was going to be doing was praying.
We walk the streets of Patong several times a week. We stop at massage parlors (hubs for prostitution) and small shops asking friends and strangers if they need prayer. We listen to their requests, gather around and lay hands on them, lifting them up to God.
We stand at the beginning of Bangla Road, Soy Empson, and other streets hosting prostitution and darkness. We gather in a circle and ask God to guide our steps, soften hearts and...