Because Life is Sometimes Ugly

I read a blog post this afternoon. Words that left my stomach in knots. Words that made me squirm in my seat and words that brought tears to my eyes.

When I was done reading the world no longer seemed right, but a place awfulness and sin. Lives created by God that are meant to be beautiful are misused. People are made to feel worthless, changed so they do not feel and have no hope.

I'm sitting in a warm comfortable room. I'm safe. I will go to bed tonight and I will be safe. I will get up tomorrow and work a good respectable job. Life is blissful.

Tonight in cities across the USA and across the world, thousands will not be safe. They do not have the comfort of normal life for slavery has bound them tight.

This is a subject that is not for the faint of heart. Not for the young and the innocent, but it is a subject that that must be talked about with maturity and detest for what it is.

Human Trafficking exists. Its ugly, cruel, disgusting, revolting, awful, and whatever gruesome adjective you can use to describe it.

It happens right here in the US as you can read here .

God did not mean for young lives to made ugly. Sin crept in and destroyed every hope of a beautiful life. Human Trafficking is supposed to be done in secret away from prying eyes, but God knows and hates it. There are thousands out there who wonder about this God who allowed their life to be turned into something so vile. We have a task to share with them the love God. Tell them of redemption. Tell them of Hope. Tell them of grace.

January is Human Trafficking awareness month and I'm not even sure what can be done to help. Its a daunting task.Thankfully there are those who aren't just sitting on the couch like me, but are actually working to rescue these people. Read about it here.

And also check out the fascinating work that the Exodus Road is doing. These of course are all just blogs and I don't know enough to say if I can support the ideas of these people a 100%, but I do know there is a problem and something must be done. Even if its just writing a short little blog post.

For now I pray. I pray for those working to rescue these children. I pray for the children themselves. I pray for a world who has made such a mess of things and I praise God for His grace that He so freely gives even to those who feel that their life is worthless.