The View From “My Chair” this morning - Matthew 7:11.  Rounding the corner, my eyes scan the room and like a dart, hitting it’s mark, the realization overtakes my brain that these women standing in front of me are the mothers of some of the girls we have met in the girl’s home over the last few days.  They are the “Service Providers” of the Red Light District.  Standing in stunned silence, my ears are filled with the sound of their voices worshiping our God.  I can’t understand their words, but my heart leaps at hearing their worship.  It’s intense.  It’s desperate.  It’s beautiful.  My mind can barely comprehend all of this.