Hey hey. Blessed Sunday everyone. I know I haven’t posted in forever–I’ve been using my (limited) writing energy at my “work-related” site, phahpa.org (trying to catch up with regional and state history, preservation laws, doing projects, etc . . . ). But I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. That is, the graphic below . . . but as I’m not graphics-program savvy, I did it in Word, printed it, then scanned it (not the highest quality I wished) in order to put it on here. The quality actually came out pretty well, considering, and if you click on it you can view it in its large format. I hope you like this and share it with those who might seem to need it (the title is sarcastic, yet)–even atheists who cherry pick or only actually read other atheists who cherry pick. It’d just be nice if you cited the source and creator (this site).
I feel so blessed and am encouraged in my faith by Emmaus Ministries. I found out about them only recently, which is not terribly surprising since they minster across the country from me, in Chicago.
Their mission is “to make Jesus known on the streets among men involved in survival prostitution.” Male prostitution has been pretty foreign to me and I hadn’t thought about it much. I had seen human trafficking statistics that show that a small number of males are tricked or forced into prostitution worldwide, but that’s basically as far as my knowledge went. But, male prostitutes here in the U.S. may do it “voluntarily” for a number of reasons, much like female prostitutes. Much of the information about female prostitution, below, appears to be applicable to male prostitutes too.
There are academic studies on male prostitution, which of course are not widely available on the internet. Here is a quote from one that you can access: “In February 2010, a middle-aged man was arrested on suspicion of running an illegal brothel in the city of Amersfoort. In this brothel, which was located in the house of the suspect, between 10 and 20 young men of Eastern European and South American origin were found. Their passports had been taken from them, and they had been told that they had huge debts for travelling costs which they would have to pay back by working in the brothel (Police Utrecht, 2011).” This study found that most male prostitutes in the Netherlands go into it voluntarily, but the preceding quote gives a glimpse into the ways some are forced into it.
The men Emmaus Ministries helps have come from abusive and broken homes. As they write at their site’s home page, “Who would you have become if, from age five to seven, you were sexually abused by a neighbor? What would your life look like if you never knew your parents? How would your life be different if your parents abused drugs and pimped you out as a child? These are some of the stories of the men we serve.”
Volunteers and employees meet the men they serve by walking the streets of Chicago when these men work, late at night until 2:30 am. For those men who decide they want to either check out Emmaus more, or obtain help, hospitality and companionship, they stop at the ministry center. There the men can take a shower, clean their clothes, and get a meal and a prayer. There are group prayer-and-share meetings, one-on-one counseling and discipleship sessions, and various recovery assistance activities. They help up to about 300 men a year.
If you’re not sure about all this, Emmaus has posted some testimonies from some of the men they have served. Here are two of them.
Shawne. Shawne was one of two children born into a Christian family. His father was an alcoholic who didn’t work consistently and who abused him. At 16 Shawne ran away from home. He was homeless and desperate, so he started selling himself on the streets of downtown Chicago. Shawne met Emmaus Outreach staff on those streets, but he didn’t trust them. He was sure that, since they were Christians, they would judge him because of his lifestyle.
“When I first came,” he remembers, “they were just like ‘Hey come on in. We know what you want. We know what you need. And we’re here for that.’” He ate a family-style meal with staff, volunteers, and the other guys there. He took a shower. Then he left, and so did his preconceptions about the Christians at Emmaus.
He started coming down more often and got to know the staff and volunteers. That’s when he started hearing the message that, as he puts it today, “there’s a better way to live.” But he didn’t mind it so much at that point. He knew they loved him.
“That’s the thing about Emmaus,” he says. “You don’t have to be homeless to get help. I’ve had a job and an apartment, and I’d still come around for their support, the spiritual support. And then when I’d fall, they weren’t like, ‘You’re going to Hell. You failed.’ No. They accept you and say ‘Hey, we’re going to do this all over again. What can we do for you?’” (Abridged and quoted from here).
Timothy. Timothy was seven when his parents divorced, and afterwards he, his mother, and his siblings moved around a lot, frequently staying with relatives. Some of these family members secretly abused Timothy physically and sexually.
When he was 24, a friend introduced him to hustling downtown as a way to make money. The first time he got into a car with a john (i.e., a customer), Timothy was terrified. He started drinking and using cocaine to cope with his fear and shame. After that, hustling got easier; he not only was addicted to drugs, but to delusions of personal attractiveness and conquest.
But after having experiences of sexual assault and rape, his delusions evaporated and he eventually realized that he wanted companionship. Timothy often saw Emmaus Outreach ministers on the streets, but wanted nothing to do with them. Finally, however, his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself at the Ministry Center.
“To Timothy’s surprise, at Emmaus he found not only a safe place where they served good food, but people who talked with him as a human being, not an object to be used. He quickly realized that, at the Ministry Center, he could be honest about everything in his life. After a week . . . he felt at home–the first time he had experienced that sensation since his parents’ divorce. Timothy saw that he had a spiritual void that he hadn’t been able to fill, and began to hope that maybe he could find a way to become whole again.
In 2008, with Emmaus’s help, Timothy went into drug treatment for three months. He came out fully sober for the first time in almost 10 years. . . . That summer, he went on a retreat with Emmaus to Plow Creek Farm in central Illinois, the first time he had ever been out of the city. That first night, he went outside and saw a sky full of stars for the first time. He was struck by God’s majesty and mercy at that moment, and by how amazing it was that a God who created the stars cared about him. After the retreat, his faith and understanding of God continued to grow . . . and he realized that the spiritual void he’d felt almost all of his life had finally been filled.
Today, Timothy remains clean and sober. He works for a suicide prevention hotline, and takes classes at Chicago State University. He continues to come to the Ministry Center a few times a month, now as a volunteer and mentor.” (Quoted and abridged from here).