The concept of love has plagued me for years.
This is obviously a strange statement, as love is what powers my very existence nowadays. I’ve had some truly miraculous moments these past weeks where I’ve felt God looking straight at me in the eyes, saying, “I love you more than you can imagine.” It’s incredible when I look back, and see the ways my current life of redeemed love negates the years of pursuing a counterfeit love—
the kind that leaves you empty, lied to, and numb.
We went to Bangkok this week, so I could say goodbye to my team that has been here the past month, and maybe pick up some corn tortillas and cheese at the Siam grocery center (things that are severely lacking here in Northern Thailand). As we made our way through the city, traveling by long-tail boat and fuchsia taxi cabs, I found myself as enraptured with Bangkok as the first day I had arrived in Thailand. The endless shopping, glittering hotels, smiling faces, and sensory-grabbing details left me wide-eyed and in an old, familiar place I’ve spent years in.
Debilitating comfort.
For the next couple days I trekked my way through a strange concoction of the modern and highly exotic—all the while my thoughts resonating a newfound idea, I love this place, I love this place, I love this place.
I loved the friendly faces.
I loved the deflated Baht.
I loved the ceramic-topped temples
And shopping
And food
And art
And beauty.
Walking past the various street vendors in Bangkok, you touch the Thai silk pashmina scarves, you feel your heart thud as men stare at your hair and eyes. You make your way into the biggest, most spectacular malls you’ve ever seen, eat the finest of international delicacies, and pay the equivalent of a few American dollars to do so.
It’s beguiling, and hypnotizing.





And for a few moments, you forget why you came here in the first place. You forget about God. You lose yourself in the neon lights and zipping tuk tuks. You fade with the sunset over the Wat Arun temple and blend into the coming darkness.
Like any other place in the world, evening eventually fell upon Bangkok. As our taxi took us back to the hotel, I watched as the gold-laden temples lost their glittering luster underneath the hot Indo sun. The brightness that bounced off street windows withered, and richly-colored lights proclaiming Orchid Lounge, Playskool Plaza, and Bedbar! took their place. As the team tucked themselves into their last night in Thailand, I felt God telling me to stay awake a while longer.
So I sat myself down on a small, red-velvet couch in the lobby, prayed, and waited.
Tiny, beautiful girls began making their way into the Great Residence, stiletto heels clicking on the marble floors as they walked towards various hotel rooms. They came on the arms of young, strong men, and old, fat men. One particular man, grotesquely big and eyes dark with empty passion, had a girl holding on to each of his hands. As I sat stiff and cross-legged on the couch, I felt them stare at me in quiet curiosity for a brief moment. He then lead them to their next destination for the evening; they turned away from me and stroked his neck and shoulders with honey-sweet laughter and sardonic smiles.
With each couple that made their way through the hotel, I felt a stark emptiness fill the building, the distant voices of young women giggling covered by the dark silence that followed shortly afterwards.
And isn’t that how it always is? You get the short thrill of pleasure that comes along with a worldly life—the high in purchasing something you don’t need with money you don’t have, the ecstasy in the passionate pursuits of a lover, the serotonin-enriched nights with a drink at hand—and as quickly as it happens, it’s over.
And then, emptiness.



It was there that I was left with my own troubled past, my own youthful years spent pursuing beauty, accolades, men, and things to fill the void in my heart,
the expanding obscurity and shadows that slowly covered God’s light and truth from within me.
I thought those days were far behind me, but I still got lost in the counterfeit love of Thailand. Darkness tickled my senses with a sweet aroma, and for some fleeting time, it masked the pungent stench of death and destruction that lie beneath it. For a while, I believed the lies the darkness told me.
"It was for freedom that Christ set us free; therefore keep standing firm and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery." Galatians 5:1
"God said to him, 'You fool! This very night your soul is required of you; and now who will own what you have prepared?'" Luke 12:20
"For those who are according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who are according to the Spirit, the things of the Spirit. For the mind set on the Spirit is life and peace, because the mind set on the flesh is hostile toward God; for it does not subject itself to the law of God, for it is not even able to do so, and those who are in the flesh cannot please God. However you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God dwells in you." Romans 8:5-9
"Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world. The world is passing away, and also its lusts; but the one who does the will of God lives forever." 1 John 2:15-17
But God does not abandon those who seek His kingdom; and while my own weakness brought about old, painful memories and desires, the Holy Spirit filled me during this trip and reminded me of true, lasting, all-fulfilling and all-redeeming love. "You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world." 1 John 4:4
I sat in what should’ve been painful, ugly, solitary nostalgia that night. And while my heart broke for Bangkok—for those empty people with worthless dollars and sex and laughter—my soul was overwhelmed with the Holy Spirit. I used to see myself in the darkness of those girls’ eyes. I used to find my worth through men’s approval of my outward beauty. I used to escape my loneliness through physical affirmations. I used to clamor for ways to fill the void that found its way into my soul every sunrise.
And now, the Spirit is like blinding, relentless sunshine
Breaching every shadow
Crushing all iniquity
Overcoming all of my weakness and sin.
Undeniably, if I was left to my own devices, I probably would’ve allowed evil to finish off the self-destruction I started so many years ago. But love has won over my heart. Christ has shown me that while wickedness rules the dust of this earth, His kingdom of heaven cannot be conquered by evil.
So I tell all of you reading this and who know Jesus in your heart: REJOICE! The Spirit of God has filled your soul, and NOTHING can negate the love and redemption that dwells alongside a relationship with Him. He is pursuing you like a lover; He will bring you not short-lived ecstasy, but
rich,
unadulterated,
unfailing
joy and peace.
God loves you. Even when you forget He does. Even when you turn your back on Him. Even if you close your eyes at His efforts to show you. Even when more darkness fills your soul than His light.
He loves you.
And He’s more powerful than you give Him credit for.
He can crush your doubts and fear.
He can alleviate your sorrows and struggles.
He can wash your past clean.
And if you let Him change you, his Spirit not only brings eternal brightness into your life, but reflects for all to see around you. Through Jesus Christ’s sacrifice, you are the temple that glorifies God’s purpose and love for His creation; don’t allow the counterfeit loves of the world to make you believe otherwise.
