Our Beginning

Our Beginning
JOANNE LORENZO
Founder & Director of The Magdalene Project

My Story

It was Thursday evening when I started driving around Niagara Falls NY, and praying in the city. I saw a lady walking down 18th street, and it was quite obvious that she was working. She had her face set like flint, so I knew in my heart she was putting on a false front for a broken heart. My heart went out to her and I decided to talk to her. I didn’t know how to approach her, so I drove home, grabbed some Bible literature and went back to find her. I went around the block a couple of times to get the courage by praying, and finally pulled up alongside of her. I wound down the window and said, “I’m praying for you.” Amazingly she started to cry. She said thank you and walked away in tears, her name was Karen. Since that day, The Magdalene Project has spoken to many like Karen on the streets of various cities. It is all the same answer, they all need hope, they need Jesus. They need to know they are loved and accepted by Jesus Christ, and he is the way out of bondage of prostitution and drugs. I ask you to pray for the lost and forgotten women who walk the streets, looking for love in all the wrong places.

Karen’s Letter

“I’m 38 with around  three months to live, and weigh eighty seven pounds. God’s given me a few good days to live here. But the money and 15 minute hit ( if you’re lucky) just ain’t worth it. See I couldn’t stop either, and probably would still be doing it if I could get around. I gotta ask myself, ‘was it really worth it?’ There is a lot of AIDS  going round the city. You’re playing Russian roulette.

Everyone has a choice. With crack it’s the hardest, but it all depends on what you want for a life, or if you want one. I tried to be good to everyone, but I got screwed over and over, and ran through the ringer compared to what others were doing. I was hurt by all the lies, was used and left out in the cold.  People truly don’t care. You’ll soon learn, all they saw was money. They knew we could get it, and if it wasn’t there, we were called hoes, or they threw us out in the cold. Think of the lives we messed up, let alone our own. I pray they don’t find you beat up again, cut up, or gang raped, as a lot of us have been.  We’re nothing to people. Wish I had the  answer or cure, but only God’s got that. Only Jesus can stop the nightmare.”

Karen passed away of AIDS in 1992.