A prostitute came to me in wretched straits, homeless, sick, unable to
buy food for her two-year-old daughter. Through sobs and tears, she told
me she had been renting out her daughter—two years old!—to men
interested in kinky sex. She made more renting out her daughter for an
hour than she could earn on her own in a night. She had to do it, she
said, to support her own drug habit. I could hardly bear hearing her
sordid story. For one thing, it made me legally liable—I’m required to
report cases of child abuse. I had no idea what to say to this woman.
At last I asked if she had ever thought of going to a church for help. I
will never forget the look of pure, naive shock that crossed her face.
“Church!” she cried. “Why would I ever go there? I was already feeling
terrible about myself. They’d just make me feel worse.”
What struck me about my friend’s story is that women much like this
prostitute fled toward Jesus, not away from him. The worse a person felt
about herself, the more likely she saw Jesus as a refuge. Has the church
lost that gift? Evidently the down-and-out, who flocked to Jesus when he
lived on earth, no longer feel
Yancey, Philip (2008). What’s So Amazing About Grace? (p. 13).
Zondervan. Kindle Edition.