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Prayer, blessings, tears: talk about human trafficking

My monograph on human trafficking is almost done. I know it's a small book, but it's a big deal to me and my family.

I gave a talk last night at my parish church - it meant so much to me to be able to have my first talk on my book take place in the warm, prayerful confines of that holy, simple place.

I spent time in prayer before I spoke. Meditating on the crucifix, it struck me that Christ on the cross is the perfect haven for trafficking victims. His body and spirit are broken, he is abandoned, frightened. The few loved one who remain cannot do a thing to help.

Yet, the Cross is our hope. It is our salvation. It is truth and life.

One of the women that came to the talk last night was clearly shaken by what I shared. She was in tears at the end, and said, "How can we be hopeful? This is all so sad and scary."

It is. It horrible and sinful and ugly and evil.

But there is hope. And that hope is Christ.

I'm not sure I was able to convey to her how important prayer is - sometimes it feels as if prayer is doing "nothing." You don't always see the fruit of prayer.

I'm also not sure I was able to convey to her that there is hope. There is salvation and redemption - for both survivors and traffickers.

I did encourage those who attended to not be among those who move from ignorance to willful apathy (a phrase I borrowed from Andy Soper). Now that you know, you MUST do something.

I've read the Bible and I know who wins this war. The only real question is, "Which side will you be on?" There are no spectators; choosing to do nothing is still a choice.

Which side will you be on?

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