Outreach & Intervention


We build relationships on a weekly basis with women who are being exploited in the commercial sex industry. Through care and trust-building, we become “somebody” to women who feel they have nobody.  Our lives become intertwined with their lives through friendship, offering them true kinship and hope for the future.


Amber started dancing and prostituting at 17 to support her drug habit that began at 12.  Her mom had her own struggles with addiction and had lived a lifestyle of selling her body, so it was an “easy” transition for Amber.  Besides, her mom’s friends had been taking her body for years without paying.

Her 4-year-old was in foster care and she slipped further from “normal” life.  One night in a desperate attempt to save her life, another girl called us and asked for help.  Walking in that night, we knew only Jesus could do this.

Amber broke down immediately and said she wanted help.  Over the next couple of days our team worked relentlessly to find a rehab that would take her for detox, especially with no insurance.  A door finally opened and because of the people who are supporters of Peace Promise, we were able to fund her detox.

On our way to detox, she asked us to pull over so we could get rid of her drug paraphernalia.  The image of that dark car wash - we were parked behind it-will forever be embedded in our hearts as holy ground.  It was in that place, in the dark, next to the garbage dumpster, that Jesus because Lord of her life as she asked what salvation was and accepted Jesus as Lord of her life.

Her journey has had bumps and some minor detours, but today she is reunited with her son, she is expecting another baby boy, and she is not using heroin.  She has left her life of dancing and prostitution and knows that she is loved by Jesus.  When she sees us she jumps into our arms and tells everyone she can that she is alive today because of us.


“I Need Help.”

Those three words were all I had the courage to type. After several years of talking to the church ladies at the club where I worked, I texted in desperation.

I already left my husband who was selling me to his friends, and now, I was stuck in an abusive relationship with my boyfriend. I only had $11 in my pocket and my boyfriend made sure that I had nothing - no way to leave him, nowhere to go, and no way of escape. I was trapped. Then, my phone vibrated with a reply text, “I can come, if you want to leave.”

Thirty minutes later, I was in a church lady's car with everything I owned. We drove to a church to figure out a plan. But how? What kind of plan could we make with $11? We talked about where I felt safe and what I wanted. "Home," I replied. "I want to go home."

I still don’t know how, but within the next three hours we packed all of my belongings into two suitcases; purchased a phone that no one else controlled; ate dinner together; and then, the church ladies bought me a train ticket home and gave me cash for traveling. As we stood in the train station, they prayed with me and I knew I would be okay. Because of Peace Promise, I am now far away from my abusers; I am safe, and I am recovering. I have hope.                        ~ Jewel’s Story

Peace Promise is a 501(c)(3) Organization

Main Office: 717-686-9160
P.O. Box 1502
Mechanicsburg, PA 17055