Guest Post From Jessica Joy

Today’s guest post comes from Jessica Joy, a former porn star and sex industry worker who returned to Christ is now working furiously to put an end to pornography and it’s evil effects on our society.

“Pastor, Monday is coming.” I said.

Stuck in prostitution, but out of the Porn Industry, I made it to church every Sunday till close to The End. I Knelt in the back row, wearing either my go-to leather pants or my sun dress; I felt the freedom to cry behind the noise and the shiny happy people. No, I did not look like you but Denver’s judging eyes had nothing on the judgement I endured in Hollywood. I didn’t care about judging looks by the time my beat soul made it to Denver.

Across Denver, the brothel girls, “my girls”, attended Flat Irons Church, but I wanted to go to churches with old time alter calls. I didn’t want to go to Starbucks churches; I wanted to feel God not a pep rally. I did Hollywood and I was not impressed by shows. I wanted someone to pray for me and put their hand on my shoulder. I wanted someone to crouch to my level, look me in the eye and Tell me Monday did not have to come. I wanted a human contact not found in brothels but intimacy.

When I see memes about Monday on Facebook, I smile and think… they have no idea about My Mondays. The Denver Tech Center brothel ran Monday through Friday; 8am-6pm.. then 8 or 9pm. The brothel never stopped. The Sex Buyers kept coming. Since I got the girls addicted to money…not drugs.. they said, “let’s keep going.” I said that at the age of 23 too.

I didn’t want to stop because then I would… feel. But by 31? I was exhausted. I would take a week vacation once a year with my childhood friend, until she saw no shred of that childhood girl she once loved.

She was it. The last one who did not profit from my existence. In 2011, she could not take the zombie I became.

Lisa Musil, the host from last week’s conference just called. She told of a family that attended where the mother just found out the dad was raping the Daughters. They were prayed over, like I was years ago… I said Lisa, but their Monday is coming. They have to return home. Lisa’s heart is to write a devotional for those who must walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death; daily. Every shiny happy person you see in church, has a “Monday” they return to.

Every Sunday night, I would tactfully text my pastor knowing he could loose his job talking to the Denver Madame. I would lay on the floor of under the 22ft apartment ceiling that seemed to crush down on me every night. I listened to the last music I remembered from being a youth pastor, “Passion Radio” on Pandora. I would pray in the Spirit as I did not know how to form a prayer. (That will mess with theology!) For a few weeks, I would text him, ” Pastor, Monday is coming.”

There was 6 months of silence, where I tried to switch to NEW Age, and reciting “The Secret” by the living room water fall. I knew there was a God, maybe I was talking to the wrong one.

October 5, 2013, when I was facing 30 years in prison for human trafficking… I went on the run awaiting a bed to open in a human trafficking program. After sitting in a parking lot, realizing my 5,000 contacts made money off me or I made them money… I saw the House of Cards was about to fall. A whisper said, “Go find pastor.” Standing in the back of his church, I told him about my encounter at the Denver vice office and he confidently said, ” God will take care of this.”

Yeah Right. So within hours, I went on the run with “my girls” to the Texas oil fields.

But God pursued me.

My pastor called and called. He answered the phone when my brothel was running without me.

“Pastor, can you pick me up from the airport? Bring your deacons and close down my brothel? My Verizon network is showing me my phones are being answered in Denver. You may see sex, clients, and a lot of Sex toys. ” He was there and threw the guy out of my apartment.

“Grab the cell phones.. I think there are 5. ” I thought Pastor would be quick to leave, but he did not. He set order to the chaos.

Pastor was there when all my stuff was thrown away. “Yes! Throw away the towels, sheets, pillows, cups! The clients touched everything! Throw everything away!!!”

Pastor was there when my stuff went away, my car sold, my lease was taken over and the night before I drove to Kentucky to get into Refuge for Women.

Pastor Dan said that month changed him. He knew I was running, he knew I was seeing sex buyers till I got into a program… and he still blew up my phone while I ran. If I stopped? I would feel. I didn’t want to feel. While we were yet in sin, Christ died for us. He pursues us. The hounds of heaven, the crowd of witnesses, the prayers of the Saints… will not let you go. Surrender tonight.

Church? Love Does. Love gets messy. Love busts down brothel doors and cleans out trunks full of porn. Love Does. God needs you to start that recovery program, that bible study, that pursuit of the prodigal. Don’t STOP. God is calling YOU to get messy as someone’s Monday is coming.

This was originally posted on Jessica’s Facebook page in the early hours of May 5th, 2017. I decided it was entirely too important not to share it here.

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On Transgendered Bathrooms

Back in the late 70‘s and early 80‘s, we had roadside rests just northwest of Lancaster on State Route #33, and just north of town on State Route #37. At the time, homosexuals were using these for their meetings so much that local law-enforcement came to refer to each of these parks as “Lollipop Park”. Their perverted activities were carried out in full view of visiting travelers and their families, including little children, who obviously didn’t understand what they were seeing. The homosexuals and other perverts frequenting these parks didn’t care if anyone was watching or not, and carried on in full view of these visitors as if such public displays of depravity were the norm, rather than the exception. Complaints were made to local law-enforcement, and eventually a series of arrests were made, complete with the publishing of names and dates, to the utter horror of the participants, who never expected to be arrested, much less publicly exposed for their activities. Some were married, some were businessmen, some may have had political connections….you get the idea.

What many may not recall from this period is the name of a man who made these parks a regular stop whenever he needed cash quickly. He made headlines as “The Campus Rapist”, but his real name was Billy Milligan, and a book called “The Minds Of Billy Milligan” was later released revealing his story, in part. It was one of the first books of this kind exposing the reality of Multiple Personality Disorder, along with “Sybil” and “Shattered”.

Billy would go into these parks and prey on the homosexuals, beating and/or robbing them for fast cash. At trial, it was revealed that one of his many personalities would assume control of him to commit such crimes. The rapes were committed by a lesbian personality. I believe there were 16 personalities in all, but there may have been more or less, as I’m recalling this from memory after 25-30 years. I’m unaware of further details of his life, nor of the many arrested at these parks for their activities.

The point is, you won’t see any roadside rests along these routes, and haven’t for years, as they became such a public nuisance that they were torn down years ago, as was one along State Route #22 west of Lancaster. One remains along State Route #33 south of Lancaster towards the intersection of State Route #180, and I’m unaware of any nefarious activities that may or may not be going on there.

The point of this is very simple: There were ample evidences of what would happen if transgendered individuals were allowed to go into whatever bathroom they wish, as such things have happened before. One must wonder, therefore, what happened to the law-enforcement officers who made the arrests at these, and other such places? Have they all retired, or otherwise been silenced by official policies? Why have we not heard from them, and why has this information not been shouted from the housetops for the rest of the world to see? Must we keep allowing the same dumb things over and over again with the same tragic results? What ever happened to protecting our most vulnerable citizens? By now, the entire nation has seen news coverage of various perverts once-again getting arrested for their latest activities in public bathrooms, and still everyone seems mesmerized by the lies of the transgenders and homosexuals, among other predators who are obviously not as “well-intentioned” as they say they are.

I propose a simple solution to this dilema that will eliminate risks for everyone concerned: Phase out multiple-occupent bathrooms, and replace them with individual, gender-nuetral bathrooms that allow only one occupent per room, and without the shortened walls that allow the next-door occupent to look over or under the stall walls. A larger room could be easily made to accomodate those with disabilities, and nobody will have to worry about some pervert trying to violate them or their privacy, much less their most vulnerable loved ones.

Americans have some simple decisions to make, and time is running out.

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That Wondrous Name

words and music by Michael P. Hamilton, 2000

(Verse 1)
In my mind there was confusion; in my heart, no melody
And things that I held dear just made me see
All along I never really was as free as friends that I had known made me believe
I was just a young man walking on my way through life, never knowing where the path I trod would lead
I walked a long and endless road of misery never knowing that a savior died for me to set me free

Anticipation filled my heart one day
Then Jesus came and took my sins away
He put a new song in my heart to stay
For me He came and gave His Name–that wondrous name!

(Verse 2)
Now and then I think about the way that I have lived
I knew how to take but Jesus taught me how to give
I’ve known the pain of loneliness and I’ve known the pain of loss
I’ve known the power of He who gave His life upon the cross
I have known the suffering of love that has gone wrong
I’ve known the emptiness of wondering “Where do I belong?”
I’ve known the crushing weight of satan and his hoards
But I know that Jesus Christ is King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

(Chorus, then up 1/2)

(Verse 3)
Although many times I’ve stumbled and fallen short of Him
Though I’ve often hurt the ones I loved through selfishness and sin
And though I’ve gone so far from Him I was sure I’d go insane
I have found my Savior’s grace is still the same
Now my mind has no confusion; my heart has melodies
Like a sparkling crystal river flowing up and out of me
Though satan and his minions often tried to torment me
Still I know that who the Son of Man sets free is free, indeed!


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words and music by Michael P. Hamilton, March 1976

(Verse 1)
You’re another year older….another year young
And I love you more today than when we begun
With each passing day I know our love will grow just like a lovely rose
‘Cause I love you more today in every way
Happy birthday to you

(Verse 2)
Just saying “Happy birthday!” would just never do
I’ll find some special way to say “I love you!”
With each passing year I’ll hold you near and whisper in your ear
On your special day, in my special way
“Happy birthday!” to you

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Well Done

words & music by Michael P. Hamilton 2000AD

(Verse 1)
I am there beside you each and every day
My Spirit and my Word I give to guide you on your way
In your hour of desperation I’m always there to teach you what to say
I was watching joyfully when you first came to me
And I am always here for you in times you cannot see
Even when the world around you is crumbling in despair
Even in those lonely times when no one else around you seems to care…
I’ll be there

(Verse 2)
Watching, waiting patiently for each of you to see
As the trial and testing of your faith gives way to victory
Even though the road seems oh, so long I know that it will bring you
Close to me
Many times the road seems oh, so rough and you don’t know where to go
And I know at times it seems that you’ll be crushed beneath your load
But I want so much to show you all the joy you bring to me
And all the things that I’ve prepared for each and every one that will believe!

There are many things that I’ve prepared I long to show to you
And oh, the things I’d do if you would only ask me to
You just can’t imagine all the love I have for you
Or how I long to say these words to you: “Well done”
“Well done, my child! Enter into the joy that’s just begun!”

(Verse 3)
As the child is to their fathers; you are even so to me
I won’t let you slip away. You’re precious, can’t you see?
In those times when you are oh, so low I’ll be there providing
what you need
Now, I know that many times, my child, you’re crushed by doubt and fear
Afraid you’ll never measure up and I won’t let you near
But there isn’t time enough to tell how much you mean to me
And soon, my child the world will know: The truth I bring through you will set men free!

There are many things that I’ve prepared I long to show to you
And oh, the things I’d do if you would only ask me to!
You just can’t imagine all the love I have for you
Or how I long to say these words to you: “Well done!”
“Well done, my child! Enter into the joy that’s just begun!”

(Chorus 2)
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