Cue...Life in abundance.
We placed ourselves around a table and discussed our lives and our hearts passions, with bits and pieces being held back. We placed our phones into a basket before we walked downstairs. We then situated ourselves around a TV to not only view, but interact with a documentary called Nefarious. For the next 1 hour and 43 minutes, we cried. We questioned. We felt an anger swelling within us. We sat there in disbelief that it was real. We watched as girls that were far too young were pulled into the bounds of sex slavery. We watched other girls go in because their parents sent them for money.
Cue anger.
At times, people had to leave the room. At times, we sat there and sobbed. At times, we would begin praying so intensely that nothing else was invading our lives. More than anything, we erupted with joy that varied from tears to spoken words as these women spoke of Jesus that was always seeking them and met them in the room. The Jesus that saw their bruises, their blood, their filth, their feelings of low self-worth. They spoke of that Jesus that met them right there. The beautiful collision of light and dark was evident in their lives. The camera focuses on a woman that is trying to speak of all that God has done, and her words grow less and less to the point of being speechless, but her sobs said so much more. We sat there, and felt with her. Seconds turned into minutes.
Cue compassion.
We watched as very, very young children were playing and singing and having a joyous time, then the pimp pulls up to take one of them away.
Cue righteous anger.
This modern day slavery is overtaking our world. Alas, we are fighting.
“If to be feelingly alive to the sufferings of my fellow-creatures is to be a fanatic, I am one of the most incurable fanatics ever permitted to be at large.”
― William Wilberforce
We find ourselves to be incurable fanatics in these moments as we pray, educate, and serve. We find that people are saying that to eradicate is impossible, but we are too young to realize that certain things are supposedly impossible, so we are doing them anyway. We are working towards eradication of this injustice that binds so many from the ages of toddler-whatever age the pimp chooses.
We are starting with prayer. We are praying for the people that make us angriest to begin with, so we are praying for the parents and the pimps.
Just as we hope the feelings of camp-highs don't exit from our lives, we are hoping these feelings of heartbreak never leave until complete eradication is to be had.
Our hands are tired. Our hearts are broken. Our souls are worn. However, we'll keep on until the end.
Thankfully, we serve the God that's perfect.
Cue anger.
At times, people had to leave the room. At times, we sat there and sobbed. At times, we would begin praying so intensely that nothing else was invading our lives. More than anything, we erupted with joy that varied from tears to spoken words as these women spoke of Jesus that was always seeking them and met them in the room. The Jesus that saw their bruises, their blood, their filth, their feelings of low self-worth. They spoke of that Jesus that met them right there. The beautiful collision of light and dark was evident in their lives. The camera focuses on a woman that is trying to speak of all that God has done, and her words grow less and less to the point of being speechless, but her sobs said so much more. We sat there, and felt with her. Seconds turned into minutes.
Cue compassion.
We watched as very, very young children were playing and singing and having a joyous time, then the pimp pulls up to take one of them away.
Cue righteous anger.
This modern day slavery is overtaking our world. Alas, we are fighting.
“If to be feelingly alive to the sufferings of my fellow-creatures is to be a fanatic, I am one of the most incurable fanatics ever permitted to be at large.”
― William Wilberforce
We find ourselves to be incurable fanatics in these moments as we pray, educate, and serve. We find that people are saying that to eradicate is impossible, but we are too young to realize that certain things are supposedly impossible, so we are doing them anyway. We are working towards eradication of this injustice that binds so many from the ages of toddler-whatever age the pimp chooses.
We are starting with prayer. We are praying for the people that make us angriest to begin with, so we are praying for the parents and the pimps.
Just as we hope the feelings of camp-highs don't exit from our lives, we are hoping these feelings of heartbreak never leave until complete eradication is to be had.
Our hands are tired. Our hearts are broken. Our souls are worn. However, we'll keep on until the end.
Thankfully, we serve the God that's perfect.
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