100,000 children are sold for sex on the streets of the United States EVERY DAY.
This statistic should be horrific. It should be shocking. It should make us sick to the pit of our stomach. Yet somehow we have been anesthetized and desensitized to the horrors of the local, national and international sex trade. That number has become just one more statistic to add to the incomprehensible notion that there are as many as 27 million slaves in our world today. Throwaway girls as young as twelve are walking our streets being convinced by pimps that they are loved and cherished; and are being fed the lie that love looks like being beaten and sold and kept in bondage.
Righteous indignation (that spurs us to action) has to arise. Our sons and daughters, nieces and nephews, grandsons and granddaughters are being taught that their worth revolves around someone else's sexual gratification in return for a few bucks!
The documentary rocked my world. It changed everything in a moment; left a bitter taste in my mouth, and strengthened the resolve in my spirit to see slavery ended in my lifetime. The sentiment of Erica Greve in her exhortation was this: "Are we willing to give our lives for the sake of others? Are we willing to put the freedom of future children above our own goals of personal success?" Unlikely Heroes certainly is. They are building restoration homes worldwide, giving child victims of sexual exploitation clinically sound therapy, a safe home, an education, and above all, a second chance at life.
My answer will be forever this: "God, you can have my home, my friends, and my family. But I have to see you move in power." What's yours?
