Before turning to the more solitary confines of writing and editing, I worked as a professional actress. In college I felt strongly that Hollywood needed missionaries, undercover professionals to infiltrate the industry with the love, truth, and saving power of Christ. I wanted to be a Hollywood missionary. But I felt alone and didn't know of anyone else thinking about Tinseltown that way.
Without the prayer support of people viewing the entertainment industry as a mission field, I eventually burned out, tired of the constant demands on me to compromise my beliefs and what I would or wouldn't say, do, or show.
After I left that business, I met a producer, Karen Covell, who was just such a missionary. Karen told me about an organization (Hollywood Prayer Network) she was involved with that prays daily over the people working in that industry—not only for those far from Christ, but for other missionaries there. I was thrilled by her story. Someone else had felt the same burden I'd had.
She introduced me to other missionaries—including a woman, "Carol," who works for a large production company and who, along with a small band of prayer warriors, walks its entire studio lot every day on her lunch hour praying. One day while I was visiting some friends in Southern California, Carol walked me around that studio lot and pointed out the executives' offices and the TV shows and movies being filmed. It was my own personal backstage tour. But this one was far better: as Carol pointed everything out, she told me exactly how they pray as they approach each office, show, or building. I was overwhelmed.1