By: Ambassador Bridget Crawford
You ever had a little person, maybe your own child pulling on your clothing in an attempt to get your attention? Or maybe they put their small innocent hand inside of yours, prompting you to follow? That familiar tug is what I felt when I began to hear about the reality of sex trafficking. My heart was being tugged. I was captivated by the gruesome reality that young adults and vulnerable children were being forced to have sex, at the expense of someone else’s greed and lust. I was angry. I was appalled. I was devastated. I knew we lived in an evil world, but this hit me differently. I listened to stories of survivors, and it broke my heart. To hear their pain, to listen to what they were subjected to, was not okay, at all. No one should be subjected to that kind of life. That’s abuse.
My sister once said to me “for someone to traffic someone, they have to view them as less valuable than themselves.” Those words never left my heart. One of the quickest ways to anger me is to see someone devalued, treated as less than.
Sex is a precious gift given by God, to be shared between husband and wife. No one should have that gift taken from them, or used for someone else’s selfish pleasure. The victims are precious to me. The survivors are precious to me, and I thank my friend, Sara Jones for telling me about Shared Hope. It is an amazing organization, and now, I have a way to help. Now, I have a way to help combat this issue. Now, I have a way to fight!
If you have been wanting to do something about this issue, but just haven’t figured out where to get started and how to get started, Shared Hope is an awesome place to start. You won’t be alone in the fight.
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