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Dec 2016
I'm here in the Red Light District of town
But I'm not here to feast on the cheap flesh
I'm looking for something here, hiding in the open
There's escorts on every corner, men and women trying to make some money. Through open doorways I catch glimpses of strippers and live *** shows. I move on.

I found it nestled in between two abandoned buildings
A small warehouse, for a long time dormant, but holding a gathering this night
I step through the doors and am greeted by a sight I'd never seen before: prostitutes and strippers, both male and female; pimps, gangsters, loan sharks, all kinds of deplorable characters. Except the man at the front speaking.

Wearing a simple long sleeve T-shirt, battered jeans and sneakers, the pastor opened the Bible to the book of Hosea.
The words he spoke I'd heard before, but I was moved by them like never before. He spoke of God's love like I'd never heard it. So many were brought to tears, myself included.

When he had finished, we all sung "Amazing Grace." It was sung like it was a brand new song. I looked around at the people gathered this night and I thought to myself that this is the most real church I'd ever seen. Every person knew what we all were and that was okay; we're all humans.
This is the Red Light Church.
Written 6 February 2016
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
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