This isn't a wholly accurate depiction of what our month on Bangla Road is like, by any means, but this is what we did on our last night. We said some difficult goodbyes to friends (bar girls, street vendors, shop workers) and prayed with many of them. Then we let off lanterns, in typical Asian style, as our prophetic act and declaration of freedom over Bangla. We sat on the beach and reflected on our time there and on the heavy conversations and encounters we had experienced. God has that street in his hands, no matter how much it is hard to see. Through so much darkness, there are still glimpses of his light, love, hope, and freedom.