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.
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…
