prayer update...

Remember The Escapee from May?? (if not, here's my 'riveting' story about her... http://hhorsch.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html) GOOD NEWS! She is doing so well! She is still in the shelter away from Athens but she plans to go back to Romania where we've connected her with people she can stay with until she figures out her next steps. She regularly goes to church, she looks healthier and she wants to end up helping people in prostitution! She wrote a heartfelt 6 page long letter back to her friend still working in the brothel explaining how her life has changed and begging the friend to grasp the life ring Nea Zoi is tossing her. Please pray for The Escapee (who actually has a better name than that!) as she transitions home....the conditions that motivated her to come to Greece in the first place will still be there.

"Alice" is a bubbly, outgoing girl from Romania. She is still working in the brothels, a job she does to profit the boyfriend who brought her here. But she has a great relationship with two of our volunteers and they meet weekly in our office to talk, laugh and pray together. When you talk with her you wouldn't know she lives in such a dreary cycle! She is very talkative and giggly...just seems like other young girls her age. She is the friend left-behind that received the long letter from "The Escapee" imploring her to make positive changes. But at this time Alice doesn't seem ready, or even motivated, to risk the change. Please pray that our conversations with her will ignite a vision for a better future.

"Vanessa" is a sweet girl I met in March from Nigeria. She is one of the few girls that I have personally made a real connection with during our short visits on the street. We've been on a few walks together where she has shared her story of coming to Greece to support her family, pay off a debt her Dad incurred and earn back the deeds to her family's house. She knows this isn't an ideal life, but she just doesn't see any other way to make money.

Lately she's been so different, more reserved, cautious, even jumpy! I've been calling to try to set up a meeting but she's always sleeping or working. Last wk I called her at 3:00pm and she was in a cab on the way home from work (she went to the streets the day before at 6:00pm!!) and she was going home to shower and head straight BACK to work!! Ugh....no sleep in over 32 hours!...for THAT job!! ugh.

Obviously, "Vanessa" could use prayers for rest, for another way, and for whatever specific problem has so changed my friend's countenance.

Then there's "Emme" from Nigeria. She came in to the office this wk because she is pregnant and needed our help finding a doctor. Annette took her for blood tests and indeed she is still pregnant even after taking a whole bunch, I mean 40, FORTY, 4 - 0, pills to try to eliminate the pregnancy. (They weren't abortion pills...just pills for some other ailment with a warning on the bottle that said not to take if pregnant!!) Now that she realizes she is still pregnant, she's not sure she wants an abortion and may want to keep the baby. (...but is the baby ok??)

Emme seemed taken aback when we explained that the people who brought her here and charged her € 50,000 for her glamorous life in prostitution did something illegal and that the anti-trafficking police force could help her escape and keep her safe. Please pray for young Emme as she tries to make decisions about her life and that of her baby's.

Last week as we met more girls, heard more stories and took more tea into the darkest streets this song kept going through my mind...

"Jesus, name above all names, Beautiful Savior, Glorious Lord
Emmanuel, God is with us, Blessed Redeemer, Living Word"

Maybe it seems outta place on those filthy streets...but actually that IS my hope. He is there on the street with me and then with the girls long after I leave. And He CAN REDEEM (aka reclaim, reinstate, restore, win back) even the darkest of lives.

we were BOMBED!...

well, sort of.

not exactly.

BUT someone DID throw little sacks of something hard at us during outreach last Thursday. Our team of 7 was standing with a few Nigerian girls when ALL OF A SUDDEN (caps cleverly added for dramatic effect) there was a stream of ...."things"... flying from the sky! and landing with a LOUD thud. One hit right at my feet and shattered.

We weren't crazy about that so we decided to keep moving further down the street but they kept aiming at us. Each bag of ammo seemed different....one seemed like old, hard bread...another was much too loud to be bread. We know it wasn't the girls they were targeting because the raining confetti followed us as we moved down the street. We ended up dodging around the corner and cutting our outreach short.



This is what the street looks like during the day. But at night there are less cars and shady transactions go down. The flying bags of bread ...aka "BOBs" ☺ were coming from a room up above or maybe from the rooftop????

We think it was probably just some kids who thought pelting people with BOBs was hilarious. But we also appreciate your prayers for our continued safety!

"For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways." Ps 91

sometimes I wonder...

Athens has recently launched this "Clean Up the Center" campaign. It seems the city has thrown some funds at these big banners. They say,

"No to Drugs and Prostitution in the City Center" (Holly's paraphrase)

I'm not sure it's working.

This is the door to the Nea Zoi office in the heart of the city... one day I had to wait to enter until some guys finished snorting a suspicious white powder off the front step.

(Mary's photo)

And this (below) is an all-too-common siting around our office and outreach routes. Heroin seems to be the drug of choice here.....it's a downer causing its users to crash indiscriminately.

(Kelly's photo)

The brothels are also found in our city center and indicated by white lights. Would it be better if they moved to the suburbs???

(Mary's photo)

Many, many immigrants and refugees from the Middle East also end up in Athens and hang out on the center's squares. Some estimates say that 90% of all illegal immigration into the EU comes through Greece...it is coastal and relatively easy to get to/into.

International Teams has another team in Athens called 'Helping Hands' working with Refugees.

Greece is a beeeauuutiful place to visit! Really. The history is rich, the feta is abundant, the islands are amazing and the people are hospitable and friendly. But Athens does have a few problems --- law makers have tough decisions to make regarding real, live people (not just issues!) And I think the banner campaign needs to be revisited...

"May the nations be glad and sing for joy, for you rule the peoples justly and guide the nations of the earth...." Ps 67

moldovan meanderings...

I have just returned from a wkend get-away to Chisinau, Moldova. The official purpose was the ICAP European anti-trafficking conference (ICAP=International Christian Alliance on Prostitution) and the side benefit was a visa exit trip. The conference coordinators planned on 60 attendees but ended up with 170! It was encouraging to see all the people already working on this issue around Europe and still more that came to ask questions and learn how to start a ministry in their country.

My teammate, Viorica, is originally from Moldova so she was able to give me an exclusive tour. It was interesting to be there....while there are some lovely, green areas and buildings, it's the poorest nation in Europe. Some sources say appr. 50% of the population receive funding from outside the country, such as their kids working in other countries to send $ home.

It made the situation of the Moldovan girls we meet so much more real to me. It's no wonder they leave home in search of a better life! They have so few options for employment there and they want the things we all want....security, comfort, nice things....food. That's why they are more apt to believe the scheming person that offers them a job and money abroad. One brave woman was interviewed behind a screen at the conference and she told the story of how she was working in a grocery store and was told she could make more money at a different store location....so she went with the man, believing him. Instead of a bright, sparkling, new grocery store, it was a compound where she was kept locked away and forced to sell her body. And the children that were created in the compound were kept in the basement so that (ready for this???...) their organs could be harvested!! = a different kind of trafficking.

Poverty....a KEY aspect of this war.

The conference also addressed self-care for the practitioner. (I guess that's me...a "practitioner"). It was helpful to process what healthy boundaries are. This is the Lord's ministry....and I can't SAVE or FIX anyone. (I know you probably thought that's what I was doing over here...fixing everyone...) But, alas, no can do. All I can do is show up, celebrate tiny victories and trust and wait on God for the rest.

"Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning, for I trust in You. Teach me the way in which I should walk." Ps 143

Some fun Moldovan dancers doing a traditional wedding dance...

thursday with "L"...

Thank you for your prayers last wk! I felt them! And I was buoyed by your words of encouragement!

Outreach last wk went well. Our faithful volunteers were all back and ready to pound the pavement. Thursday's midnight outreach was particularly enheartening to me. The Lord provided just barely (but sufficiently) enough volunteers so that Annette and I could go. We had just 2 guys and 3 of us girls. We went first to our regular street and were welcomed with engulfing hugs and lots of questions about our absence. They missed us. It was obvious. So even though my cynical mind can sometimes deduce our presence to just a cup of tea and a smile, it must mean more to the girls. They look forward to a few moments of interaction with us in the middle of the night... a break from their hideous job. I pray our cup of tea and our smiles represent God's deep, deep love for them....and that will somehow motivate them to bravely seek change.

THEN we had a 1/2 hour left on our "timesheet" so we drove to another street where we met up with 2 girls I'll call "L". They happen to have the same name. Annette has been in contact with one of them since the July intern program. We were notified by a Nigerian church that she would like our help getting out. So Annette and some of the interns (pictured below) visited with her a few times in July and have kept in touch with her on the tele since then.

Annette with 2 summer interns and the two "L's" in July

She's always on the edge of the "The Great Decision"...but very afraid to pull the trigger. So our team has been on an emotional roller coaster with her. Praying, hoping, BELIEVING, packing a bag to stay with her, nervous she'll back out, she does, disappointment, back to waiting....

Thursday night's mission was to deliver the long-promised Bible to her. She grabbed it out of Annette's hands and said her "joy is complete now!" Then she opened to very specific chapters in Isaiah and Matthew and asked us to explain the meaning. She wanted to know how it's possible for a camel to enter the eye of a needle from Matthew 19! (good question!) And she wanted to know if God cares about how we make our $$. (hmmm, another pertinent & good question). As a general rule, I think 2:30 AM is a ridiculous time to be hanging out on a park bench. But this particular hour was a treasure as we were able to share with "L" and her friend about the hope Jesus offers them.

Her questions were so sincere. You can tell she's really processing her options (she asked us to explain AGAIN what kind of safe situation we could help her find) and she seems more genuine in her pursuit of answers than some of the others we meet.

Please pray with us for "L" as the Lord works on her heart and as the worldly bondage she's in works on her emotions and fear.

it's go time...

Sorry for my excessive absence. We had a couple of weeks off in August. By "we" I mean the whole of Athens. It's a strange thing. It becomes a ghost town while the locals head for the sea in search of cooler temps and a summer holiday. Most businesses not directly related to tourism close their doors for a few wks or the whole month.

I have to take a visa exit trip out of Greece every 90 days to appease the authorities that be. And it has to be to a "non-schengen" country (whatever that is...treaty agreement...blah, blah..)...such as Ireland!! So I was able to spend a few days in that very beautiful and friendly country with my Mom and a few zillion sheep.

Now I'm back in Athens with a new stamp on my passport and a refreshed energy for the months ahead. I must admit that I've been discouraged in the last few months. It's a tough ministry in general. Tough to keep believing and hoping when we don't get to see a lot of progress. And when I came in January there were 9 of us that sat around the table at staff meetings (and a slew of part time volunteers). This fall we will just have 4 staff members (plus volunteers). I have felt unmotivated and lonely as teammembers move on in the different directions that God is calling them. You know, how you feel when everyone leaves the party but you. And your mind convinces you that they are all headed to a cooler party...

But I've been praying over the last few wks for God to align my heart to His heart for Athens, my attitude to be that of a willing servant. I've asked for reminders of the peace I had in coming here 9 months ago - sure that THIS was the door that He was opening for me. This door for this time. And you know what? My reading today 'just happened' to be from 2 Tim 4, "...keep your head in all situations, endure hardship,.. fulfill your ministry."

Fulfill your ministry. Gosh, seems pretty specific. I utter a prayer of discouragement and yet again my Jesus faithfully and clearly responds to His kid's whining. I have 3.5 months left here in these relationships doing these tasks and this is no time to peter out. (poor Peter...why does he have to be associated with that?)

So, it's GO time today. We will have our first Outreach tonight at 8:00 PM. As I try to run hard to my December finish line, I could sure use your prayers as I come to mind. Thanks team! Now to the streets...

wrapping up...

The interns have been a shot in the arm to all of us at Nea Zoi. They have blessed us with new energy and enthusiasm about anti-trafficking... not to mention kept us hopping busy. July flew by in a whirl of 3 late-night outreaches per week (I feel like I'm working swing shift!), trips to the Acropolis, ice cream with Victoria from Ghana, a prayer with Eva from Nigeria, excessive bottles of water, a deep sense of mourning as my computer died "dead, dead", and furthered relationships with girls on the streets.

We have been setting up a table on the streets every Sat, Mon and Thurs from 12:00 to 2:00AM with literature and tea.

The hope is that the girls will feel comfortable to sit a while and chat with us...away from the streets and their difficult job.

The first wk the girls weren't sure what to think of the table. They weren't willing to give up the extra minutes on the street....afraid of missing the few customers that drive by. As the wks have passed with our regular visits and insistence that the table is a 'super fun' place of rest and refreshment, they have warmed up to the idea.

Please notice our new friend on the R. He's an overly-friendly night security guard....He recently replaced another guy, "Officer Tight Pants", for the dreadfully boring post of guarding the market and makes the most of every opportunity to chat w us and take a load off in our chairs....doesn't he look relaxed?


Altho I'm used to this scene, I'm still saddened by the girls efforts to get customers. I'm literally always shooting prayers for their TOES as they chase after cars!










The interns have been faithful in pounding the pavement to invite the girls up to the table. They have been brave and persevering despite the many well-meaning people that have stopped us to say, "What are you tourists doing here? This is a dangerous street!"








I continue to feel frustrated by these police officers commissioned to protect the people of Athens. Sometimes 15 bikes will drive down the street at night, 2 to a bike. They just zoom thru with their flashing lights and send the girls running in all directions - shoes flying - tea spilling. But they almost never stop to arrest them. (Where would the girl sit?? Between them??) Feels a bit like a bully - announcing their presence, causing fear and looking cool (although, it'd look cooler if they each had their OWN bike!)





Tonight is the party I mentioned in my last post. We are praying that some girls will show up for food (KFC seems to be popular with Nigerians!?!) and prizes! Please pray for the right girls to come and that God would use the party to show them HOPE, LOVE and His GOOD purposes in their lives.


Here's the Nea Zoi small team... (missing Viorica). Altho we are a small staff, (there are FIVE LESS teammembers than there were when I came in January), we have managed to host the interns and keep our sense of humor!
Good job Team!