Here at The Walk, time and time again we see both men and women who are struggling to understand what love is. We love having the opportunity to speak love over their lives, so we walk at three am to show them just how special they are... even right where they are.
If you would think about that for even a moment, perhaps you could see how difficult that might be: Women walking the streets waiting for Johns but unexpectedly being gifted with Starbucks, Bath & Body or Perfume by strange friends who don't care about the current surroundings while they chat about kids or grand kids or the weather. Perhaps a John pulls over to the side of the road and we are able to bless them with a love letter while they're just looking for someone to fill something deeper than they care to admit or understand.
What if love were really meant to be unconditional? What if we're not just to meet people in the good spaces of their life? What if we're meant to walk around at three am invading the sex industry; them full of lust, us filled with love?
Following is a spoken word by one of Calgary's finest young artists, Deborah. It captures our heart for people most accurately. You can check out more of her beautiful work here.
Be blessed and know, you're so loved.
We need to learn to accept love.
Not the everyday generic stuff. But. The love that we crave. That which we most thoroughly desire — the love of a father. All other loves are derivative, secondary, less than.
We need the love that transcends all, that is before all, the love that feeds our innermost needs. The love that penetrates intimately. We need that love. God’s love. Our attempts to learn to love ourselves fail, have failed and always will because in our brokenness we are incapable of looking within and seeing even a glimpse of the beauty we’ve been formed in. We barely see God. How could we see the image we’ve been made in? We can’t find love from within, it must come from without. From a God that is without conditions, without criteria, without a list of things we need to live up to, do well, or be good at.
A love without expectations. Without complications. A love that loves because for it love is as natural as breathing A love that loves because for it to love is to be.
See, God IS love.
My broken attempts to love fall short because I am incapable. My God is able. My God is love. And He wants me to accept the love He’s been lavishing on me since day one. A love that loves simply. No complications.
A love that’s ours for the taking.
We're overcomers, we're wild lovers of life. We hope, we dream, and we fight for the freedom of those involved in the sex industry.