“i see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor…”
lyrics from a sara groves song heard during a concert to
bring awareness to the world of trafficking. words that spurred me to ask what
in the world is human trafficking? what is the sex trade? a mind left pondering
such words with no real reason to pursue an answer.
social work research paper: choose from a list of topics-including
human trafficking.
again, what in the world is this? why does it keep
reappearing in my life?
subject for
assignment chosen. mind blown.
children forced into prostitution. babies sold by their
families to be sex slaves. girls and boys stripped of the possibility of a
childhood and made to be no more than an object for the sex crazed ones of the
world. their little bodies never knowing the feel of a caring hug, no voice to
laugh at the glories of growing up; only feelings of being used-against their
wills. no fairy tale wishes or dreams of being a doctor or teacher, only
wanting to not have to wake up and endure the same pains as the day
before. no desires for presents or
candy-only yearning for death or for the next client to be more gentle than the
one previous.
evil.
learning of this captured such a large part of my soul. two
years spent researching sex trafficking. contact with organizations fighting in
the battle against this atrocity made. prayers going up daily for the unknown
victims of this industry.
a chance to see this in person.
these two eyes watched as a man walked into a brothel. a
place of literal hell on earth for those kept inside. my own feet stood in a
brothel room where 3 girls died, violently and inhumanely. this spirit
encountered ones of pure evil. the Holy Spirit inside my heart shook the
spiritual realm as i walked in a village where this darkness reigns. the Lord
has said ENOUGH.
one of these hell holes was raided and shut down. lives were
saved. a place once trapping 40 girls in the worse situation imaginable to most
of us is now painted with bright and beautiful pictures, it is a place where
the name of Jesus is proclaimed, children once surviving unthinkable events now
laugh and learn. the light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not
overcome it. the Lord blessed me with being able to see this place and
experience the renewal inside, both within the building and the people.
a single day of my little life. such drastic things. words
really don’t flow well over this event. holding hands with a young girl, hiv
positive, tuberculosis, and pregnant. only knowing how to sell her body.
watching a man enter a tiny building and forcing my brain to not picture what
will happen. looking into the eyes of teenagers knowing what all the research
told me of their situation. seeing babies wander around wondering if and when
their mothers will turn to selling them to pay off a debt or to feed their
siblings.
this day will not leave me. i hope. the things God is
telling me through just one day of this experience are vast. they keep coming
as i continue to process. the first thing i have to share from this is about
the paintings on the wall. Jesus is in the business of turning the dark, the
absolutely ugly and horrific things into sources of life and light. He truly
does make all things new. Rooms. Buildings. Futures. Souls. Lives. in just one
morning of reviewing english vocabulary words with teenagers was an experience
of standing face to face with the physical proof of the power of Christ. i
looked into the faces of those once trafficked and/or at risk of being
trafficked. the Lord blessed me by letting me see His children smile and laugh
in the face of the haunting forces that once held them down. victory looked
right at me and smiled.
much happened in just one day in my life. as i figure out
how to put things into words and how to describe the purpose i discovered for
my life in that time, i will type it all out. until then, please pray. ask God
to continue to bring freedom to the countless people spending tonight trapped
in a brothel. speak words of life and hope into their lives, even if just for
one night. be a prayer warrior for those in the dark. thank you.
