Hotel 81

I was having supper yesterday at the Hokkien Mee store near Kembangan MRT after a late night meeting. As I glance across the road, something caught my eye. It was Hotel 81. I begin to see old uncles bringing in ladies into the hotel at 11plus and I can't help but know exactly what's going to happen once they go in. It's saddening to see such a sight. I imagine if I ever be a receptionist to such hotels, will I be able to put up a smile and entertain such guest? bRrrRRrr... The thought of it is shivering... But this also reminded me of the "prayer walk" exercise my church organized for us to do last week, where we went in pairs/groups to various parts of Singapore (and I had the privellge to go to Geylang) to give tracts and pray for the people we see as we walk the streets. Rather than forming judgments and anger towards such people, I guess the least we could do for them is to pray for them, knowing that they too need God's forgiveness and gift of salvation. Even Christ ministered to the prostitutes and lepers while He was on earth, shouldn't we as His disciples at least pray for them?