Sex Trafficked

“Please!” I begged in frantic desperation, “Please don’t do this. You can’t do this to me!” I had been taken against my will by two of my colleagues; a middle-aged woman and a man in his late twenties. They dragged me to a deserted building and shoved me into a small, concrete room. Terror like I had never known paralyzed me to the core of my being.¬†I knew exactly what was happening; I had been sold into sex trafficking. I would be systematically assaulted and sexually abused dozens of times a day for profit.

This couldn’t be happening. Not to me. I was too good to be abused. Too young to die. Too innocent to be assaulted. Sheer panic ravaged me, burning me alive from the inside out. “You only have to work here for 2 months, then you’ll be free to go,” the woman replied as the door to my cell was slammed shut. But, I knew I would be dead, in the only way it really mattered, long before then. Hysteria began to overtake me; a thick, heavy darkness filled the room. Then, I woke up.

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I remember thanking God over and over again that it was just a dream; nothing more than a nightmare. But soon, a different kind of horror reared its ugly head; the realization that what was merely a nightmare for me is a horrific reality for the millions of people enslaved in sex trafficking today. As I dream in my comfortable bed, these captives (mainly women and children) are caged like animals awaiting a slaughter that repeats itself again and again, every single night.

I have prayed on more than one occasion that God would give me His pain for the lost, His compassion for the broken and His love for the oppressed. I believe that God allowed me to feel such a vivid sense of panic and terror in my dream so that I would experience a minute fraction of the emotions these women face on a daily basis. Because now, more than ever, my heart is truly broken for the oppressed and the enslaved. It is impossible for me to turn a blind eye to this horrific injustice. I will never be able to walk away, feigning ignorance, after tasting the terror of this reality in my nightmare.

God’s mandate in this regard is undeniable, we must use the blessings we have been given to proclaim freedom for those in captivity. We must act on our convictions; we can no longer remain apathetic and complacent in the face of injustice and oppression. We must pray intentionally, give generously, love sacrificially, obey faithfully and fight wholeheartedly against the evil of sex trafficking until it has been completely and utterly defeated. Until every captive’s chains are broken.

“You may choose to look the other way,
but you can never say again that you did not know”
William Wilberforce

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