From Tulsa to Boys Town: walking the streets with Kelly Greene - 16 Jan 2006

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Boys Town, Mexico
 
"The streets of Boys Town are littered with evidence of the previous night's activities (used condoms, empty beer bottles etc) and yet I want to tell you it's beautiful here," writes Kelly Green in Mexico where she is seeking to develop a Boiler Room in the walled city of 'Boys Town' - a center of prostitution and vice near the American border. "I'm not sure if words can contain the work of Jesus here," she writes.

"The doorways are darkened by women who have been stripped of their humanity, mere robots who are programmed to do only one thing. They don't feel anything anymore, partly because they're strung out on God knows-what, and partly because they had to turn off their feelings in order to survive another day.

"But tell them Jesus loves them, and their faces change. Admittedly, some of them struggle to believe it's true but you can see that others want so badly to surrender to the pull of Jesus' love."
 
Boys Town is within arm's reach of the US-Mexico border - a centre of prostitution and vice
 
 
Kelly's extraordinary journey from the buckle of the Bible Belt to Boys Town (she is from Tulsa, Oklahoma) is an extraordinary one. It began with a short mission trip to the area and a prayer walk near Boy's Town. Kelly prayed innocently that God would send someone to shine his light in the dark and desperate streets. God did it, and sent her.
 
Kelly, Kilo and Roger in Boys Town
Arriving in Mexico - a single young woman sent out by Believer's church in Tulsa, Kelly came across "Red Moon Rising" - the story of 24-7 prayer and realized that what the area needed was a house of prayer, mercy and hospitality and a base for mission. A year later, God is opening amazing doors. 
 
"Only Jesus can break through hardened hearts and addictions and lies," she realizes, "and He's doing it! Things are changing here. I walked these streets 16 months ago and found cold, empty stares. Today I walk the same streets and women come out of their rooms to chat, pimps and drug addicts stumble out of bars, and they all want to talk."
 
"I'm convinced that this growing openness has nothing to do with the fact that I've been walking these streets, and everything to do with the fact that Jesus has been walking these streets with me.

Just before Christmas Kelly handed out Christmas gifts. "As we entered Boy's Town, armed with boxes wrapped in Christmas paper, a lady called Sandra found me. Sandra has lived in Boys Town for one year; she's 19 and from Matamoros.  When I asked her if she has family, she simply answered, 'not anymore.'

I walked these streets 16 months ago and found cold, empty stares.  Today I walk the same streets and women come out of their rooms to chat, pimps and drug addicts stumble out of bars, and they all want to talk."
 
She had eyes like a little child, expectant and hopeful. Yet she didn't want a Christmas gift; she wanted to know if I had brought her a Bible.  When I gave her a Spanish New Testament, she held it close to her heart like it was a recovered treasure.

"It's amazing," reflects Kelly, "but our prayers really do prepare the way for the Lord. He walks through these streets, and He comes with healing in His wings."
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