The issue of human trafficking is front and center in the news these days. People are amazed that slavery still exists in the world today. They are aghast that teenagers are sold for sex. They are indignant that atrocities like these still occur. How can these things happen in our button down society? Then they tut their tongues and turn away and go back to business as usual.
Sometimes people get angry and ask why. Why would God allow this? Why doesn’t he stop the injustice? Others ask the simple question of how. How could the parents of the teenage girls that get sucked into trafficking not notice what their daughters are doing? How did the girl get sucked in? And with those questions come occasional self-assured grimace that it could never happen to me or one of my relatives.
That response is the one the really gets me. Is it so hard to believe that the girls involved in the lifestyle are princesses in the eyes of God? That they have been manipulated and abused to such an extent that they are a fraction of the person that they are created to be. Marginalized by their abusers, the society that should be trying to help them, and the world; they desperately seek to find connection and meaning. But they usually find one more reason to doubt. Their fractured psyches turn to the unhealthiest of means to try to heal their hurts.
Beautiful faces with haunted eyes. Gentle smiles that bely a horrible truth. God’s children broken by a terrible evil. Sisters that we have to reach before it is too late.
Is it so hard to believe that a child who is sexually abused at nine, who doesn’t even have a real concept of sexuality, could be manipulated into prostitution by age thirteen? Why wouldn’t she tell someone? Some ask. Who really listens? Is the better question. It is an awful truth that most people would rather ignore than face. Reaching the hurting, listening to them, holding them, helping them; those are noble goals. But goals without action are simply wishes. Action is required to change anything.
I don’t know what the answer is, but I do know that I am tired of sitting idly by while society is circling the drain. I will pray. I will volunteer. I will minister to all the hurting people in my life because that is what God is calling me to do. If I experience rejection when I try to help, its fine. But I won’t reject another just to protect my ego. And I won’t assume the condescending air of a higher moral authority because I haven’t faced their situation or believe that I would have made a better choice. God loves ALL his creation. The time for business as usual is done.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.