I had come back from Italy to London to work for a voice over job.
I was to be the voice of Lett’s Educational Podcasts.
It was a good gig.
Every day I would take the train from Waterloo East to Southend.
It was late winter. March. April.
One day, on the train, someone had left a copy of YOU magazine – the Sunday supplement.
This edition had an article on Somaly Mam and the work she was doing rescuing children from brothels.
The buzz word in the church, since I had joined, was anti sex trafficking. It was the hot church topic. The thing to give to. The money raiser.
This article moved me.
The phrase ‘child sex trafficking’ killed me.
I have the sort of heart that ignites with rage at news like Sarah Payne or Holly and Jessica. I am the sort of man who reads the book by Kevin Wells and Kate McCann.
The article destroyed me.
My heart confirmed it.
I would go to Cambodia.
Ever since I had ‘found Jesus’ there had been an internal conflict about following my acting dreams to become a movie star – or give everything up to follow Jesus.
This article killed all desire for Hollywood fame.
How could anything be more important in the world than protecting children from the monsters who wanted to sexually exploit children.
I would go to Cambodia and do what I could to help combat child sex trafficking.
And now here I was, in Cambodia, a homeless, penniless junkie about to spend the next 10 years in Cambodia’s notorious Prey Sar prison for possession of crystal meth.
All my Christian brothers and sisters had abandoned me.
Where was God?
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