Sandy returns home
after a night on the street trying to sell herself to make money for her
man. It was cold and rainy and the
usual traffic on Merlot Street was not to be found. She wondered what would happen if she didn’t make her $2000 quota
Thunder had given her, but she was too tired to work anymore. Candy and Berry had long since gone
home. Thunder was never as hard on them
as he was on her. At 3am she quietly
opens the door hoping that he will be asleep, but he’s there waiting on the
couch. The TV remote is in one hand and
a beer in the other. “Where’s my
money?” he demands without so much as a hello.
“Baby, it was a
slow night tonight, but I’ve got $1500,” Sandy tells him.
“1500?” His voice booms loud just like his name.
“Are you kidding me? How we ever gonna
get out of this place if you can’t manage to make any money? You’re worthless!”
“Baby, I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I’m tired. I want more out of life than this. I love you so much. Maybe we can find another way.”
“Another way? How do you suppose we’re gonna do that?
You’re just a low life. A prostitute
and that’s all you’ll ever be. You
ain’t good for anything, but pleasing men.”
His words cut
right to her soul. Her dad had called her
worthless many times, but this was worse.
She was filled with shame for the way she earned money. She tried so hard, but could never seem to
make Thunder happy.
“Why do you talk
to me that way? I have dreams you
know. I want to get married. Have children,” she says sadly.
“Well you ain’t
getting that from me! And who else is
gonna want you? You’re used up. Just a Ho.”
He snorts. “Remember the last time you tried to leave me? You didn’t last 2 days! You ain’t going anywhere you fool.”
Sandy cries herself
to sleep for the 4th night that week. I want out, but Thunder is right. How could my life be any different? This is the only life I know.
I didn’t graduate high school so how could I possibly get a real job.
And who could possibly love me? He’s
right. I am just a prostitute and
that’s all I’ll ever be.
This is a fictional story, but a
sad reality for many who are trapped in this lifestyle. Their pimp fills their head with lies. They
manipulate them into believing there is no hope for their life to be any
different. These women have a humble,
desperate plea and most feel like there is no one there to hear their cries.
The bible tells us in Luke 23:32-43
of another story with a humble, desperate plea.
Jesus is on the cross being
crucified between two thieves. One of
the thieves hurls insults at Jesus, but the other makes a humble, desperate
plea for Jesus to remember him. “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
(verse 42)
Jesus responds
with a divine proclamation, “Truly I tell you, today you will
be with me in paradise.” (verse 43)
To the watching crowd, the thief
would soon be dead. His life would be
over. Wasted. But Jesus had spoken a proclamation over him. Jesus had the last word and he spoke eternal
life over him.
If Jesus doesn't speak it over you
then it's not the last word. You see, God can interrupt the story. He can rewrite your story and give you a different ending. An ending that is even better than what you could imagine for yourself.
Jesus gets the last word over your life. Abuse, Brokenness, Shame (the
list goes on) isn't the last word. God
desires to write a different ending to your story.
What lies or proclamation have been
spoken over you?
What lies about yourself or your
life do you believe? Are you trapped in
a cycle of hopelessness?
Satan is a rewind
artist. He wants us to rewind and
reread all the painful chapters of our life.
He wants us to stay stuck in the same painful rut without hope for
anything to be different.
But God is a rewrite artist. He can rewrite Sandy’s story and he can rewrite your story.
