Sent to the wolves: a story

When our daughter finished school, she spent a couple of years with YWAM (Youth with a Mission).  At the end of that time, she asked us if we would be willing to let her work downtown in our club and bar district. Just what any parent wants–their daughter becoming a cocktail waitress in the most notorious section of town!  What would our Christian friends think?


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But we decided that if that was what Jesus was telling her to do, it didn't matter what other people thought. And we decided we had to trust him to protect her.  So she started working there that fall.

Coming up to Christmas, she decided that she wanted to reach out to her new friends and so invited them to our home for what she called, "a baby Jesus BBQ!"  Around 40 bartenders and bouncers came.  Tattoos, piercings, they were an interesting (and delightful) bunch.  We started a group with several of them, and over the course of the next few weeks, several gave their hearts to the Lord.

4 thoughts on “Sent to the wolves: a story”

  1. Wow, it speaks volumes that your daughter also sought and respected your heart when she was quite old enough to have gone ahead to do what was on her mind without permission. The picture truly shows one who is as harmless as dove. What defense can satan have against a pure heart.

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  2. A powerful story. I am most interested in details. What of the described by you approaches did she use to invite them to a group?

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  3. We made an announcement at the BBQ that if anyone was interested in pursuing spiritual things they were welcome to join us on a certain evening, and then Becky followed up with them individually when she saw them at work.

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