Tomorrow I travel 12-15 hours on buses, vans, and God knows what else to in some way be involved in what my great friend / team mate Matt Snyder describes in his latest blog…here’s a start with more to come!
 
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Sometimes I think it’s typical of us to
think that our role in the Kingdom is ridiculously insignificant, that
we cannot make a difference in anything we do no matter how hard we
try.  Because let’s face the reality: really, how significant is a dent
I’ve noticed before that it’s really significant, especially when it’s
on our cars and when it’s the least noticable thing… but the fact of
the matter is, it’s still there… because it affects us. 
 
And so we pay a “significant” amount of money to get it fixed.
 
Significance.  It’s such a big word.  Twelve
letters long and yet it boldly declares its role in a sentence…
because its purpose makes a difference.  And it’s no different than you
and I in the Kingdom.  There’s a reason that God spent nine months
knitting you together in your mothers room, planning out the greatness
you could step into in your life before the foundations of the earth
were even laid!  HE HAS VERY SIGNIFICANT PLANS FOR YOU!
 
And he has really significant plans for the 86,000 Indian girls that are sold every year for $75 each.
 
He has significant plans for the 800,000 women and children that
are trafficked internationally every year into a life of sexual slavery.
 
He has significant plans for tens of thousands that are trafficked domestically in the US every year for the same purpose.
 
God has a significant plans for them too… and they’re much more important than the little dent on your car.
 
I have to dedicate myself because I’m finding that each time I
sign onto my World Race account to post another blog I have this
burning within me that says, “you need to write about human trafficking.” 
It’s an issue I cannot ignore.  It has significance because each of
those people imprisoned to slavery has significance.  In the core of
who I am they’re not forgotten.  I’ve dedicated myself to praying for
them daily and fighting for their voice to be heard, their voice that’s
muffled by the walls that surround them… the very walls of their
prisons.
 
And it’s becoming more challenging for me to write because I’m at
odds with what I’m to say.  I feel plugged up.  I want to communicate
everything I’m learning to you in an attempt to bring this issue to new
light, and in a way that might provoke you to action.  But the grace
within these words I write is hard to capture.  It’s hard to read stories,
to hear about issues, and know that hell is literally having a hay-day
all over the globe and with lives that are as innocent as the purity of
the color white.
 
So what do I do with this burden?  I fight.  I’m
not taking what I feel lightly.  We’re raising up a group of people to
fight this thing head-on, to place people on the ground, to establish
contacts who can and will literally proclaim FREEDOM for the captives. 

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Interested in joining the fight?  Shoot me an email.  I can get you involved.
 
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Some Websites to get you jump-started…