Last night I truly was shocked as I drove home from a late night board meeting in Randfontein.
As I drove down one of the main roads in Krugersdorp, I saw a dozen or more prostitutes waiting for customers – young girls, mainly white girls. As I stopped at a stop street for a brief moment I made eye contact with a beautiful young, blond girl. I quickly looked away and drove off. A variety of emotions filled my mind. Like many of you good people of this great town, I was disgusted.
Prostitutes are a curse to our good town. The Pharisees, the religious prejudice I am a part of, look down at such people. Then I remembered wise words from my son a few years ago. “Dad, the problem is not the prostitutes but the men who stop to use them.”
If men didn’t stop, these women would not be on our streets.
I know you cannot imagine your husband or son stopping there.
They are good people, they go to church most Sundays. Not my husband. But then, who stops, I wonder?
As I stopped at home and walked to my front door I thought of Jesus with the Samaritan woman. He forgave her and gave her living water.
As I put the key into the door, a verse I learnt at Sunday school shot through my brain.
“He that is without sin, let him cast the first stone.”
