well here goes. if you haven't the previous post, you need to do so.

I had become increasingly burdened throughout the next hour or so, and just began praying, but not necessarily with words.

so i walk outside to walk home for lunch. and there sits on the church wall, a woman, with her head down. i said hello, and 5 seconds or so later, she looked up, which is when I realized she was a prostitute. she said hello, and then ask me for a hug.

this was no "pat-pat" hug - this was a Kelli Blinn hug (like an "i missed you" hug). one must wonder what it would feel like for a prostitute to hug a man, who had no intention to fuck her, but to touch her out of love.

we then talked a bit, as we walked up to Sullivant, and she told me about how important it was for her to come and sit outside of the church to pray to God - and that not everyone had faith like she did, or understood it like she did.

she made me promise to pray for her, and then we hugged again at the corner, blessing one another.

somehow I believe that the faith of a prostitute is stronger, and more childlike, than my own.

what a disturbing and beautiful experience.



do it