The Magdalene Project

It was a Thursday evening when I started driving around Niagara Falls,N.Y. and praying in the city. I saw a girl walking down Eighteenth Street and it was quite obvious that she was working. She had her face set like flint so I knew in my heart she was putting on a false front for a broken heart. My heart went out to her and I decided to talk to her.I didn't know how to approach her so I  drove home grabbed some Bible literature and went back to find her. Thankfully she was still out there. I went around the block a couple of times to get the courage and pray and finally pulled up along side of her. I wound down the window and said, "I'm praying for you."
Amazingly she started to cry. She said, "thank you," and walked away in tears. Her name was Karen. Since that day "The Magdalene Project" has spoken to many many Karen's on the streets of various cities. It is all the same answer, they need Jesus. They need to know they are loved and accepted by Jesus Christ and He is the way out of the bondage of prostitution and drugs.

     Karen's Story

I'm 38 with around three months to live. I weigh eighty-seven pounds. God's given me a few good days to live here and there, but the money and fifteen minute hit (if  you're lucky), ain't worth it. See, I couldn't stop either, and probably would still be doing it (crack), if I could get around. I gotta ask myself, "Was it really worth it?"  There are a lot of AIDS going around the city. You're playing Russian roulette. Everyone has a choice. With crack it's the hardest but it all depends on what you want for a life, or if you want one. I tried to be good to everyone but I got screwed over and over and ran through the ringer compared to what others were doing. I was hurt by all the lies and was used and left out in the cold. People truly don't care. You'll soon learn all they saw was money. They knew we could get it and if it wasn't there we were called hoes, or they threw us out into the cold. Think of the lives we messed up, let alone our own. I pray they don't find you beat up again, cut up, or gang raped, as a lot of us have been. We're nothing to people. Wish I had the answer or cure but only God's got that. Only Jesus can stop the nightmare.

KAREN DIED FROM AIDS.