Seeking that which is lost...

This is an email that Miss Alliece sent to Pastor DeLynn...it's a nutshell of what we've been doing lately:

It has been a week and I don’t know where to begin with this story of 19 year old Julia* —I have taken in so much info day by day…

The first time she heard about HPC she was 14 walking from Prairieville on Airline Highway headed for Walker. She had taken acid, swallowed lighter fluid and was bleeding all over from her cutting herself. A guy pulled over and she got in the car—said he would take her to Walker—she knew what that would mean—a trade off—her body for a ride—then she thought what if I die—what if I care? But the scene changed when he began talking to her---he said—I don’t know who you are or what you are going through—but me and my wife—we have been through some stuff---and I just wanna tell you about this church---healing place church—don’t ever forget that name---don’t ever forget that God cares about you…

Then there was a Chick Night and you gave out pink princess mugs….Julia smiled as she told me this story and said she still has her princess mug—she loves it..in my mind—I am wondering how she kept up with this mug----all these places…hospitals, streets, St Louis, New York, Las Vegas, Mexico, L.A., Houston, and Lake Charles….and then I am telling myself to remember to tell DeLynn every ounce of extras that you squeeze into the budget to pay for these gifts is worth it..a pink princess mug? She has held on to it in the midst of being shuffled around the country in the porn industry.

Last Monday night Julia drove by hpc and saw cars and wondered was this another one of those women nights—she continued to drive and turned around at the Acadian exit to come back to check it out..she just didn’t know if she wanted to live anymore…she says its kind of a blur—you talking—and then you started talking about weight—she said she’s never heard anybody get that real from the stage—like a Pastors wife sharing and being real---in front of a crowd—like maybe once a year out of town—but you gotta see everybody tomorrow—it fascinated her—yet she was so relieved that somebody was willing to get on the stage and get real and tell women let it go….about the real things in life..the undoings in life…she went to the alter. Angie Bush prayed with her…then took her to Rachel Hamen..Rachel came and got me…I was so excited because I wanted to get to her at the alter—she had that look—had been sitting on my row—but I couldn’t get to her.

The next day I met her at Starbucks---I asked her did she want out—like really out of the Porn Industry—she said yes---I said then “its on”…. Called the FBI—a guy I have been working with through the human trafficking task force—he connected us with Houston---we met them on Thursday and dropped off the car at the airport—did the rescue and got outta town…the “industry” is sending out threats to her by calling her friends who don’t even know her lifestyle…they track her through her phone and the car—so we got rid of the phone too..we are working on a plan to get her into a program for human trafficking victims/sex trade industry---in the meantime she is at a place we call the Vault—[the place you can’t get in]…keypads, alarms, paul charbonnet and paul trahan with their guns, and of course Donna.

This all began when she was 12 years old….thank God for Healing Place Church, pink princess mugs, and an honest pastor’s wife speaking freely from the stage…. Thank God for Brother Wayne who taught his daughters they are princesses and now you have handed it down to this broken girl who is beginning to see a glimmer that just maybe she can wear a Tierra too…
Thank you for letting me be a part of this wonderful place to Do the ministry, not just talk about it….yep reaching the world by serving one….

How cool is it that Jesus commissions us to seek that which is lost? I love my church!!! All glory to God!

* names have been changed