So I did...
I went to Ethiopia to work with girls in the Red Light District with International Crisis Aid. These girls were sold for sex. What I saw shook me to the core. It wasn't like other mission trips I had been on. Before I saw hope for the nations, but here there was so much wrong. The need was so vast. I am grateful for what I saw there, but my heart came back with such a burden. It wasn't easy to talk about what I experienced. How can anyone really understand something that terrible unless they had seen it with their own eyes? I tried so talk about the urgent need, but so many people are blind with comfort. The numbers of people reach their ears, but never really penetrate the heart. To be honest, I felt at loss. I wondered how I could make a difference here. I am just one person and there are 27 million trapped in modern-day slavery.
Finally my answer came.
I went to a conference called Passion the first week of January. They had taken up the cause of the 27 million people enslaved today. They told their stories. It was then that I realized that the best way to get people to join in this cause is to tell the stories of these people. It is then that the numbers become personal. So my goal now is to be a voice. I want to speak up for those who have been silenced. I want to use every medium I have been given to reach as many as I can with the stories of those who are living and dying in silent sorrow. I don't know exactly what this is going to look like for me, but I do know that I am running after it with all I am.
So I encourage you to be a voice too. Do not cease to cry out until all of these people have been freed.