Satan, Sex and Saving Grace
The darkness is overwhelming. As I stand on the rooftop of my hotel and gaze into the blackest night, I can see the fluorescent flashing lights and hear the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of the music coming from five local brothels around me. As I gaze down on the rows of young women, most of them my age or younger, who are dressed up to be bought for sex, I hear the lyrics of the worship music playing behind me:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me…
My chains are gone, I’ve been set free,
My God, my Savior has ransomed me,
And like a flood, His...