There is a lot of attention being drawn to the subject of human trafficking right now.
In the last 5 years, we’ve seen an increase in different organizations picking up the torch and running after the solution like a gazelle running from a cheetah. I’ve had the opportunity to meet with so many freedom fighters seeking the very same thing I am seeking – the thing God promises is going to happen – that the captives will be free!
It is estimated that there are more than 20 million humans trafficked throughout the world through either forced labor or commercial sex acts. These numbers are astounding, frightening, and disheartening.
I vividly remember the moment I learned about sex slavery. I was with a group of friends when one of the friends asked us if we’d seen the documentary “Nefarious“, many of us shook our heads and our friend immediately said “we’re watching it”. We sat in silence, tears flowing from our eyes.
When the documentary ended we soaked in a moments reprieve before we began to pray. We prayed for those trapped and exploited. We prayed for the buyers and the sellers. We prayed for the Johns. We prayed for everyone we could think to pray for and yet I still felt broken.
I was ashamed I knew nothing about what was happening– my faith was shaken. Why was God letting this happen? My world view wasn’t rose colored glasses before this, but this documentary woke me up. I knew I would never be the same, I couldn’t be. Something had to be done. So, I got to searching God out.
I discovered one of the hardest things in my quest. When I speak with people about human trafficking today, as excited as I am, I’m weary. I’m weary because the fight for justice and freedom starts with the hardest task. It starts by us asking ourselves the very same question I asked when I saw Nefarious, only instead of directing it towards God, we have to direct it towards ourselves – why am I letting this happen?
Like I said, it’s a tough question. I’d wager each of you reading this feel a tinge of anger at my accusation that this is your fault. You’re probably thinking, “Seriously? I’m not buying women and girls! I’m actively apart of an organization bringing about awareness. I stand against porn, etc. This isn’t my fault.”
I wholeheartedly agree– this is not your fault… this is our fault. Each of us have a role to play and until we can hold that responsibility, feel the weight of it and taste the rotten flavor of accountability we will not see an end to human trafficking.
Like I said, fighting for justice isn’t easy. It’s down right humbling. The fight for justice has no room for excuses. There is zero space for distancing ourselves from the responsibility we bare. We are the body of Christ. We are the mouth of God. We are the hands and the feet. When we move, God moves.
I want this space to be a place where we can set down our flesh armor and instead put on the armor of God. Let us come together to hold each other accountable, challenge the lies we have been brought up to believe and create a shift in the way we think in order to bring freedom as God promised.
I want to shake the brittle foundation the devil has created under many of us today, and replace it with the foundation God has set for us. For that to happen, we have to let that foundation crumble.
It will be scary. It will be tough. It will be worth it.
Hold on tight freedom fighters. God is moving, will you follow?