SOUTHEAST ASIA MISSIONS TRIP

Lauren and I are so grateful for the privilege we have had to travel to S.E. Asia this past September. Thank you so much for being a dynamic part of our journey. We designed this pamphlet to tell our story; the following are testimonies and pictures from our experiences. Our hope is that they will fuel your fire for intercession, provide greater insight into the problem of human trafficking, and cause you to rejoice in the fruit of your support and prayers.

CHIANG MAI, THAILAND

Mam and the Northern Hill Tribe girls

Our first stop in S.E. Asia was the beautifully lush city of Chiang Mai in Northern Thailand. Upon arrival our hosts were eager to take us straight to the mission field we would be working – the bars and karaoke clubs. We drove through town observing place after place that offered the same coveted commodity – teenage Thai girls. This is no secret as Thailand has gained international notoriety for their sex-tourism industry. Consider this government-sponsored advertisement: “The one fruit of Thailand more delicious than durian [a local fruit], its young women.” It was a sad scene to observe as the girls were situated in front of the karaoke clubs anxiously pulling their mini-skirts down to cover just a little bit of skin.

Our hosts in Chiang Mai operate a home primarily for “at risk” girls, that is, girls at risk of being trafficked. In addition they have a smaller house in the back of the property that houses several girls who have been previously prostituted. Joyce and David Moore gave up their retirement six years ago to come start this home now called Abba House Foundation. In our initial conversations with them about coming to visit we talked about looking for opportunities to rescue girls and even boys out of the sex-tourism industry. Joyce and David eagerly offered their place to house any that we rescued.

On our first night out my friend Angel and I went in to a

“girly-bar” to talk with some of the prostituted girls. Our hope was to discover ones who were looking for a way out. After some brief conversation we took a girl named Mam to go get a foot-message. We figured this was a safe context to converse and find out her story. What we learned was very insightful. It turns out that she, like nearly all these girls, was from the Northern Hill tribes of Thailand. She explained to us (as did many others) that people living in the Northern Hill Tribes do not receive Thai citizenship, and that without Thai identification cards it is virtually impossible to get a job. Unfortunately though, this is only the beginning of their problems.

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In Thai culture it is expected

of children to provide for their parents. This burden falls particularly heavy on the girls, as the

parents are often willing to make sacrifices so that boys can go to school, believing that the boys have some inherently greater worth. Thailand is ninety five percent Buddhist, and in Buddhist thinking girls cannot achieve the highest levels of spiritual enlightenment. Their best hope is to earn enough merit in their current life to be born a male in the next. The expectation to provide for parents is an enormous cultural pressure that cannot be over-exaggerated. Families from the Northern Hill Tribes frequently send their girls to the big cities looking for work in order to send money back home.

In Mam’s case, her dad contracted cancer when she was just a young teenager. With medical bills piling up Mam felt a responsibility to help her family; that is when she came to Chiang Mai looking for work. She quickly discovered that employers weren’t just handing out jobs to girls with no Thai identification. As she began to grow discouraged, a door of hope suddenly opened to her. A couple stepped in to offer her a job working in one of the local bars; a couple she now says “loves her like their own daughter.” As it turns out, this job entailed serving a lot more than drinks. It also included the expectation to provide “special services” to the customers. With financial pressure mounting on her, the situation with her dad’s cancer, and nowhere else to turn, she found herself selling the only thing anybody seemed to want from her – her body.

I asked Mam about what Buddhist feelings were toward girls who worked in the bars. She acknowledged that they looked shamefully upon them, but she hoped that by providing for her parents she would earn enough good merit to cancel out her bad deeds (we later verified this line of thinking in an interview with a Buddhist monk). She openly confessed to us that she did not want to do this kind of work, but had accepted her plight in the hopes she would have a better predicament in the next life. At this time I asked her to

explain what exactly she was hoping for – what her greatest desire was. Her answer really touched me because I felt her sincerity and the depth of her bondage. She said she just wanted to have “good parents.” Mam was visibly overcome with shame, had an obviously broken spirit, and seemed very desperate. Feeling significant compassion for her, I finally decided to clarify our true intentions for taking her out.

I first explained to her that although there is no true “forgiveness” in Buddhism, Jesus loves her, can forgive her, heal her, and make her whole again. As I shared these words with her I felt the jealous passion of Jesus rise up in my soul. She was immediately overcome with emotion and turned away in tears. It was evident that the Holy Spirit was manifesting the love of God to her in a powerful way. Nearby Joyce was waiting in the car, so I went and got her so that she could explain to Mam that Abba House offers bar-girls a way out.

There was an obvious barrier of fear and distrust that we had to work through, but it was amazing to see the shift that happened when she finally believed we were really there to help her. From eyes filled with shame, I could now see a glimmer of hope. Mam accepted our offer to come take a tour of Abba House, and was greeted by our entire team as she arrived out at the vehicle. During the time we spent with her our team just fell in love with Mam, it was really something special. The most difficult part was taking her back to the bar at the end of the night. She said she wanted to come live at Abba House, but when she called her boss, they convinced her that she was like a daughter to them and they needed her for just a “few more months.”At the time we caught up with Mam she appeared to be about 17 or 18. Her dad has been dead now for a few years, so she continues to work to support her mom. To hide the shame of her profession she tells her mom she works at a shop. We are praying that God would deliver her from this systemic form of cultural enslavement.

Since our experience in reaching out to the girls in Chiang Mai, Joyce has decided to modify their program for prostituted girls by offering them the opportunity to work at Abba House during the day as opposed to requiring that they live there full-time. We are hoping this day-program will afford more girls the courage to take advantage of an opportunity to begin a new life. There are many issues to work through so we believe this more subtle transition will make coming to Abba House a safe and inviting option. The key factor for them is discovering who Jesus is and His great love for them. This is what will ultimately help these girls make a decision that is simply too difficult to make on their own.

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On one of the nights that we went out to local bars and karaoke clubs we were struck with an unexpected and sobering reality. My friend Aaron and I ventured into a club where two “working girls” immediately greeted us and explained the prices for their services. Wanting to extend our conversation with them in order to find out their story, we sat down and ordered a couple of cokes. In these places they practically force you to sing karaoke, so naturally it was Aaron who got stuck singing, “It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi.

As I sat admiring Aaron’s valiant attempt to imitate a rock star, the girl next to me leaned over and asked, “Are you a Christian?” This totally caught me off guard. All I could think in the moment was, “Oh no! I’ve been found out!” However, as I took a second to process her question I realized this girl would have no way of knowing who I was, and it was not even feasible to me that someone on the other side of the world working in a karaoke club would think to ask this. In order to understand exactly what she meant, I replied back, “What do you mean, ‘Christian?’” She said, “You know, religion.” Now completely baffled and at a loss for words, I muttered, “I’m an American,” hoping that would satisfy her curiosity before I blew my cover. But now curious myself, I inquired, “Why do you ask?” Her answer was the shock of my life. Enthusiastically she proclaimed, “Ohhh, because Christian are my best customer.” She explained that they go there to “sing Karaoke, have sex, and go to disco-tech.”

As I sat there shocked, disturbed, and trying to keep my composure, “It’s a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong came on. Being in S.E. Asia, I was continually struck by irony and contradictions. I realized that the Church is powerless to answer the crisis “out there” because the crisis is “in here.” Two weeks after my first meeting with Ming I went back to follow up with her and see how she was doing. When I got there she had just sat down with another customer so she

asked me to come back the next day. Fortunately when I came back she was available. When we sat down with her she happily told us that her customer from the night before was a Christian. She said he had “a big cross tattoo, and a cross necklace.” Once again I was struck by the irony of this whole situation. On the same night, at the same time, two Christians converged at the same scene for the same girl - one there to exploit her, the other there to rescue her.

I read one pole recently that documented a startling statistic – 76 % of Pastors struggle with pornography on a daily basis. In another article I read how that there is a direct correlation between pornography and prostitution. Men will only fantasize so long before they demand the real thing, and “looking for the real thing” is not a problem inherent only to unbelievers. The plague of pornography is giving rise to a generation of Christians who are now compromising their witness to satisfy an insatiable sexual lust, and in the process exploiting the young vulnerable girls we should be reaching out to. People often ask me, “What can I do to help end sex-slavery?” The first thing I tell them now is to make a commitment to purity. This battle begins in our hearts long before we ever reach the battlefield of the streets.

In Ming’s case I am just very grateful that we were able to demonstrate an authentic Christian faith. We built a relational bridge between her and Abba House, and are praying that one-day soon she will have the courage to cross that bridge.

Crisis in the Church

Ming (on right) and her friend, Wen from the karaoke club

Us girls after spending time with Ming and Wen

After spending a week in Chiang Mai we were off to our next destination, Phuket. Phuket is a beautiful island off the Southern Coast of Thailand lush with tropical fauna, boasting white sand beaches, and sparkling with crystal blue water. It is primarily known for its world-class scuba diving, but also has an infamous reputation for its red-light district, Soy Bang La.

After getting situated into our hotel in Petong Beach, our team took a walk down to a nearby restaurant to unwind from the days travel and get some food to eat. From there we decided go check out the beach just a couple blocks away. As we walked we noticed older western men escorted by young Thai girls everywhere we looked. At the time we had no idea we were walking down the infamous red-light district of Soy Bang La. By the time we reached the beach everyone was so repulsed they just wanted to get back to the hotel.

Thailand is an R & R nation for our military troops with Phuket being the main port Island. With the presence of our troops stationed there during the Vietnam War came a strong demand for prostitution. At the time prostitution was illegal, but the government recognized a lucrative economic opportunity and quickly passed a piece of legislation called the “Entertainment Places Act of 1966,” allowing Thais to render “special services.” Soon massage parlors, bars, and karaoke clubs emerged as a front for the more highly coveted “special services.” Needing to build their work force, opportunistic businessmen began to exploit the weaker class of Thais from the Issan region. Similar to the girls from the Northern Hill tribes, these tribal people are not given Thai citizenship and therefore not qualified to work in most professional establishments. Some girls were deceived into working at these places, some sold by parents, some abducted, and others simply exploited by a lack of other opportunities. Phuket is probably one of the more recognizable faces of Sex Tourism in S.E. Asia, but the undercurrent is one of widespread injustice and exploitation.

What really caused us to tremble while in Phuket was the recognition that America has made a significant contribution in the establishment of this industry. American men have given rise to a sex-tourism industry that is enslaving women and children. The bible is very clear about the principle of sowing and reaping, and it is becoming increasingly evident that the perversion we have sown in other countries is now being reaped in our own country. The man who has flown across seas to pursue illicit sex with young women and children eventually comes back to the states, only now he has an increased appetite for sex. Pretty soon he begins to look at the 12-year old girl across the street, and suddenly we find our children and young women appearing on the back of milk cartons. This is not just a matter of time before sex-slavery reaches our very own soil; it already is reaching our soil. America is the third largest destination country for trafficked victims with over 100,000 illegally trafficked across our boarders each year. In addition, nearly one million children under the age of 18 are abducted in the Unites States each year, and the cases of rape and sexual abuse are increasing at an unprecedented rate.

We are in an hour when we need to begin to cry out for a massive revolution of sexual purity in America. The Lord’s promise to us is that if we would repent He would heal our land.

“If My people, who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” – 2 Chron. 7:14

PHUKET, THAILAND

The American Connection

SVAY PAK, CAMBODIA

Pedophile Encounter

This girl is the face of trafficked children in Svay Pak. Notorious for child prostitution, this little 4-acre village attracts Pedophiles from around the world. On the day we came to visit I noticed a western man in his late 40’s sitting out in front of a house-brothel. In any normal place seeing a man like this would not have seemed out of place, but not here. This is an out of the way village with a reputation that precedes it. Svay Pak is situated among other villages of the lowest levels of poverty. There are no tourist attractions here, nothing to draw someone off the beaten path.

I eyed the man from our bus as we rode through town to our destination. When our team began to exit the van, the man quickly gathered himself and began walking down the dirt streets toward the main road. I quickly motioned to our camera guy to follow me and together we followed after him. Noticing that we were trailing him, he picked up his pace a bit, obviously nervous. After turning a corner he took off in a full sprint towards the highway. I decided if I was going to confront him this was my only chance, so I turned on the burners and went after him. Our poor camera guy did his best to keep up and record the whole event. When I caught up with the man he had just jumped onto the back of a mo-ped taxi. Just before he could peel out of there I grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him back. At this point I was operating entirely on adrenaline and instincts.

I positioned myself in front of him as best I could while holding tightly to his arm. Looking directly at him I demanded that he never come back to Svay Pak again. He could not even look back at me - he was shaking like a leaf, completely terrified. By this time my friend Clayton (leads a ministry in Svay Pak) caught up with us. He yelled to the man, “I own this city! Don’t ever come back here!” After a few more choice words we released him, which was a painful proposition knowing his predatory motives towards children.

A Sobering Reality

The ministry we were connecting with in Cambodia actually purchased a brothel and has transformed it into an outreach center to trafficked children in the city. The picture shown is of one room that was left the same as it was when used to service pedophiles. It was a harrowing experience to stand in a room where such brutal abuses took place. One room in particular was infamously entitled “The V.I.P. Room,” where over 10,000 still shots of child pornography were shot as well as many videos.Considering all the abuses that had taken place in this brothel, it was powerful for our team to stand in these rooms and dedicate them to God for His services. The ministry intends to make this brothel a 24-hour refuge and outreach center.

Addressing the trafficking situation in Svay Pak is difficult because the parents are largely complicit in the demands of local pimps and brothel owners. In fact, the brothel owners no longer need to “house” the children, rather they make agreements with the parents that if a customer comes to town, the pimp will just come get their child to service the customer. Virtually the entire town’s economy is fueled by child prostitution.

Rahab’s House is the brothel turned ministry center. It is here that we staged our outreach to the children of Svay Pak. This outreach brought us face to face with the children we have been praying for, for so long. Eager to bring them a ray of joy and hope, we decided to teach a few fun songs of praise. Turns out they loved to sing! � The song we started with is one that has a very relevant prophetic significance, “I’ve got a river of Life.” Many of the children are currently being trafficked, so singing this song over them helped remind us of God’s desire to set them free. Consider the lyrics, “I’ve got a river of life flowing out of me, makes the lame to walk and the blind to see, opens prisons doors, sets the captives free. I’ve got a river of life flowing out of me.”

The previous day our friend Clayton, who lives in Cambodia, had a serious talk with the guys from our group about the dangers of Svay Pak. He told us that the pimps and brothel owners in this town are unusually aggressive and potentially very dangerous. They pay the police significant funds to continue their operation, so they have very little fear of exerting violence to protect their industry. Clayton instructed us not to back down from these guys, and if they attempted to stare us down, to look right back at them like we were going to “rip their **** heads off!!!” He explained the only way to maintain any ground in this town is to let these

criminals know we’re not intimidated.

As we sang with the kids, a man pulled up just outside Rahab’s House with an intensely angry look on his face. Heeding Clayton’s advice I decided to stare him down. Unfortunately he wasn’t very impressed. It appeared a showdown was inevitable when Clayton finally approached him to mediate the situation. It turns out that he was there to take one of the young girls to a client in a nearby brothel. The scene was somewhat surreal. Here we are teaching these precious children a song of praise about the God who “opens prison doors,” while a pimp waits to take one of them to a pedophile. This was utterly heart breaking. I wanted to take all of these children in my arms, run away with them and take them to a safe place. I felt the desperation of their situation, and the hopelessness of this systemic injustice. Oh how we need to weep over the children of Asia and cry out for their deliverance.

Outreach at Rahab’s House

Wrestling with the Kids

Before we left Svay Pak, I knew I had to leave my mark on this little village, so I decided to challenge the young boys to a wrestling match! Little did I know how strong 4-8 year old boys can be. I started off pretty strong, but one by one they piled up on me until I was finally smashed to the ground. With my face in the dirt I tried with all my might to free myself, but to no avail. They had me outnumbered 15-1, I had no choice but to surrender.

PHNOM PENH, CAMBODIA

Smiling Faces

By the time we arrived in Phnom Penh we had been in S.E. Asia for almost two weeks. That doesn’t sound like a long time in a normal context, but given the focus and intensity of our trip we were already beginning to feel the heaviness of this mission and in need of spiritual refreshment. That is why we decided to take an afternoon to visit an orphanage and spend some time with children. As we approached the orphanage we were greeted by three lovely Cambodian women. These women started the home using their own resources. They left their lives as successful businesswomen behind, and now live to serve the needs of homeless children from the streets of Phnom Pehn. In greeting them we received our first genuine hug since being in Asia. I immediately knew the kids here were in a good place despite the seemingly deplorable living conditions. There was a visible tenderness and grace upon these women that radiated the love of God. Our next greeting came from a wave of children who followed suit of after the three women. They eagerly hugged and welcomed us to their humble home.

One of the things that struck me while here was our capacity to bring a smile to the face of these children. At first I wasn’t sure if it was the ice cream we brought or just our presence, but after a while it became evident it was definitely more than the ice cream. They just loved to be with us. They also loved to dance, play, sing, and do all the things kids should do. Their enthusiasm for life was so humbling, I felt we had something to learn from these kids. Here they lived in utter poverty, without birth parents, without material possessions, and yet they expressed a joy for life that was simply inspiring. It is difficult to describe how incredibly rewarding it was just to see these children smile. In a world targeting our children for all kinds of exploitation, and in light of the dangers awaiting these children just outside the walls of this orphanage, I was so grateful God had provided for them a sanctuary with loving caregivers. So, I just smiled back – as brightly as I possibly could for as long as I possibly could. I danced, laughed, and sang with them all. Our team began to think I was getting a bit “goofy,” but I was not going to pass up this moment. I hope I never forget their smiling faces.

Three Cambodian women who gave all to open this orphanage

“I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!”

They showed us a traditional Cambodian dance.

Waving us goodbye.

The kids loved Benji’s dancing.

Cambodia’s Prophetic Window

The picture above is of a torture room from SR-21, a Khmer Rouge concentration camp from the late 1970’s. Cambodia has suffered a tragic history in modern times. From 1975-1979 communist dictator Pol Pot ruled the nation with an iron fist. He was a staunch Marxist who sought to exterminate nearly the entire adult population. During his reign of terror, 30% of the general population and 90% of the Christian population were killed. From the time he was overthrown by invading Vietnam forces in 1979, hundreds of thousands of Cambodians lived in refugee camps. Finally in 1993 United Nation’s peace keeping forces freed Cambodia from the tyranny of oppression - democratic elections were held, and now Cambodia lives in freedom.

This new freedom has opened up a door for the gospel to go forth in the nation with unusual effectiveness. Previously Cambodia had been an entirely Buddhist nation, but with 20 + years of military shaking many cultural ideologies were deconstructed. The nation has been war-torn and the people devastated with death, disease, displacement, and starvation. Out of this back-drop the gospel has emerged with a force and power unprecedented in Cambodia’s history. The first

presence of Christians in Cambodia wasn’t until the 1920’s, and even then the numbers were minuscule. In the 1970’s it was believed they were having a revival because a mere 2,000 people came to faith. Contrast that by current numbers reaching into the thousands being converted each month. One minister told me, “If you just say the name of Jesus, somebody will get saved!” In my friend’s ministry alone, they have planted over 750 churches and are seeing entire villages come to faith out of a single meeting!

I met with missionaries and pastors in Cambodia to discuss this in greater detail. All concurred that Cambodia is in a season of revival. They fear this time will not last long however with many adversaries looming on the horizon. Islam is aggressively moving into the nation, materialism is beginning to contend for people’s affection, and the discovery of oil off their coast is pointing towards further government corruption. The general consensus among ministry leaders is that Cambodia is in a five-year window right now. It is my conviction that we must do everything we can over this time to see transformation happen in Cambodia.

When we began our trip we had little idea of what it would look like to actually rescue someone from sex-slavery. All we knew is that we desperately desired to see victims set free. What we learned is that slavery has many faces in today’s world. While there are still caged brothels in places like Bangladesh, and while children are still kept hidden behind the closed doors of child brothels, the predominant face of slavery that we encountered is cultural enslavement. The sad aspect of this is how preventable it is, and yet it continues unabated. The demand for sex fuels an industry that exploits vulnerable women and children who live in a culture that will not fight for them and are complicit in their dehumanization and destruction.

We were fortunate to receive the support we needed to initiate several rescues. In Chiang Mai we initiated a rescue operation that resulted in twelve boys between the ages of 10 and 15 being set free. They now live in Christian homes that focus on discipling teenage boys.

In another case in Chiang Mai we were able to participate in the rescue of an “at risk” Hill Tribe girl. Her parents had recently died from eating poisonous mushrooms, and so she was severely at risk of being exploited. It was an exciting journey into the Hill Tribes of N. Thailand to find and rescue Jenny. She is 12 years old and now lives at Abba House.

On the final night we were in Chiang Mai we had planned to rescue two HIV girls, but I fell ill and had to abort mission. It turns out that just a few hours after we left Abba House the next day, the girls came to live there.

In Cambodia we initiated a rescue that has evolved into a much bigger case than we originally anticipated. We are still awaiting the details and outcome of this operation.

Another ministry we connected with in Phnom Phen is Daughters. This ministry is run by a wonderful lady from the U.K. named Ruth. She purchased a large home in the slums of Phnom Phen to rescue girls, and offer them a new line of work. So far she has rescued more than 100. Daughter’s offers medical care to the girls, and also the opportunity to work in sowing, silk-screening, jewelry-making, and professional baking.

Jenny learning to make jewelry at

Abba House.

Cakes made by girls at Daughter’s minstry

Rescues

Rescuing Jenny from the N. Hill Tribes to live at Abba House.

We did so much on this trip it was difficult to try and fit it all in to a relatively small pamphlet, so I just picked a few stories that I hope communicated a much bigger picture. In addition to the stories shared in these pages our team did many things: We taught in Churches, at After-Care Homes, and in a maximum-security prison. We filmed a documentary, went on prayer walks, launched the House of Prayer in Chiang Mai, developed rescue strategies, visited the Angkor Wat Temple, and sat in on a meeting of 100 pastors representing 750 Churches. We ministered to rescued victims of human trafficking, current victims, aids orphans, and the staff of After-Care Homes. We talked with Monks, sex-tourists, police officers, shop owners, pimps, brothel owners, missionaries, and pastors. We traveled on planes, in cars, in the back of tuk-tuks and sog-tows, on elephants, by boat, and bus. And in all of this we made it home in one piece!

Our team was incredible: They ministered with passion and anointing, took pictures and filmed video with sensitivity and excellence, demonstrated patience in difficult situations, maintained steadfastness when tired and discouraged, slept on floors and in rooms with spiders and lizards, ate insects, made me laugh when I wanted to cry, risked their lives for the enslaved, poured themselves out for orphans, gave up their time, money, and energy to bless, love, heal and rescue those they have never met, and then gave all the glory to God.

I was most impressed with Lauren, my beloved wife. She was an absolute champion. She valiantly participated in all that we did while being nearly six months pregnant. I could not have been prouder.

Nuts & Bolts

Aids Orphanage

Interview with Buddhist monk

Benji preaching at church

Launching Chiang Mai House of Prayer

Rebuilding of a brothel

Photo by Danielle Mitchell

Plans and Vision

This trip served to ignite our passion with even greater fervency to see the ending of modern-day slavery and the transformation of cultures that breed systemic injustice. We currently have a two-fold vision to see this come to pass:

THE PRAYER MOVEMENT Slavery is something that must be fought in three primary ways: Intervention, After-Care, and Prevention. All three of these require significant prayer to see the break-through we long for. We are launching several campaigns to catalyze prayer, including: The Adopt-A-Nation Campaign, The Campus Prayer Project, and the Purity Challenge. We are also building prayer networks, offering theological education, partnering strategically with ministries around the world, and launching “Crisis Prayer Furnaces.”

For more information visit: W W W . E X O D U S C R Y . C O M

THE DOCUMENTARY Throughout our entire trip we shot footage for a documentary we are working on entitled, “Nefarious: Merchant of Souls.” Our vision for this project is to: 1) Raise awareness about the widespread and overlooked enslavement of women and children caught in the undercurrent of sex-tourism, 2) Equip people with a biblical strategy to oppose this injustice, and 3) Offer the only solution that can bring true healing – Jesus. Here is the official description for the documentary:

“Nefarious is a controversial documentary exposing the undercurrent of injustice beneath the surface of sex-tourism. Millions of women and children around the world are increasingly becoming the expendable pawns of a burgeoning business catering to the demand for illicit sex. These women and children are dehumanized and exploited while mainstream culture remains complicit in their demise. Benji Nolot goes undercover to reveal the plight of the exploited and uncover the hypocrisy and complicity of cultures around the world that foster this industry, as well as offer an unexpected hope for comprehensive change.”

Watch the trailer at: W W W . N E F A R I O U S D O C U M E N T A R Y . C O M

Shooting the documentary

We are eternally grateful to each of you for making this trip possible through your prayers and support. It will be an honor to stand together in the age to come in awe of all that God has done. If you wish to continue to support our efforts to end slavery and establish the prayer movement you may donate in any of the following ways:

To support Exodus Cry please write checks out to “Exodus Cry” and mail to:

Exodus Cry, Inc.P.O. Box 228

Grandview, MO 64030

To support the Documentary production please write checks to “Exodus Cry,” and put “Nefarious Documentary” in the memo. Please mail to the address above.

Angkor Wat