For some reason I cannot get the issue of human trafficking out of my mind. It’s been in my head the last couple of days or so and I think that there’s a reason God is placing this matter on my radar once again. I remember being in Cambodia last year perched on a rooftop with my friend Kim as we cried out to God at the top of our lungs on behalf of those in bondage to this evil. We proclaimed freedom for them and couldn’t get out of our minds that on the streets beneath us, the very streets of Phnom Penh, there were thousands being raped, abused and mistreated.
It’s estimated that over 27 million people are being trafficked this very moment. Nearly 60% of them are used for men to violently fulfill their sickest sexual fantasies. Kids as young as three years old are getting raped because Satan has released some kind of sick and twisted idea into the mind of humanity.
I’m committed to finding people who can go out to the field and prevent this kind of thing from happening. These people go out into farming communities all around the world, into schools, walk up and down streets riddled with prostitutes and bash the devil’s lies that have been planted into their minds – lies that tell them there’s a better way to make money and it starts by selling yourself.
I’m committed to finding people who sit across a table with those who have been rescued from such nightmares and counsel them into healing, that love them in a Godly manner into purifying their spirits to a place that they can live with the defilement they’ve been forced through. I’m committed to finding people that are going to teach those rescued from bondage new ways of living, new ways to support themselves and new ways to live life.
And it’s my hope and prayer that some of those I find – those that are called to missions, to freeing those from bondage – that some of them are going to have the stamina, the energy, and the strength to go with people like these guys into the karaoke bars, into the massage parlors, into the bars, into the brothels, into the basements of hell’s darkness… and like a rider on a white horse, pull these men, women and children out of their slavery.
Do you care to join me? If so I’m in need of as many prayer warriors as possible. And in order for me to continue in this ministry, I need people to support me financially. And it’s not that you’re necessarily support me personally with what tax-deductible money you donate… you’re also supporting this ministry.
The finances enable my involvement, enable me to spend time calling out people to the mission field to prevent and rehabilitate, to empower, mobilize and teach a generation how to become warriors who fight this thing, and that enables me to go out myself and get my own two hands and feet covered in dirt.
Because I like to go out into the field and get involved myself. I’m headed to Guatemala in a few weeks to debrief some of this generation that’s just had a jam-packed ministry experience.
