Illuminate the Voiceless
There is a reality that needs to grip our generation. There is a reality that is too real and that you could never possibly understand unless you put yourself on the frontlines to fight. The reality is that there are 27 million trapped in the injustice of sex trafficking today. The reality is that girls that are way too young to understand are being forced to sell their bodies, are becoming pregnant at the early age of 13, and trying to commit suicide at the age of 8 because they don’t know the hope of the gospel.
This is the reality that most girls in the country of Moldova know. Over the summer I had the opportunity of meeting the girls who live such a broken life. For two months I lived in Moldova, the number one hub for human trafficking in Eastern Europe. Before leaving I had no idea the impact human trafficking would make in my life. My heart has always been broken for the issue, but hearing about being sold into slavery and being face to face with a victim who is telling you her story of survival is two totally different things. It’s so gripping that it leaves you breathless, and the only thought circling through your head is: “Why have you been silent?” In Moldova there are no jobs; it’s economically corrupt, so most people will go abroad to find work. This is how women and children get trapped into slavery. Men will befriend them, make them fall in love, and then tell them he can give them a job in Italy or Turkey, etc.
Just like that, they are forced into becoming a prostitute.
Being on the frontlines of human trafficking rips your heart wide open. It makes you think about how apathetic of a human you are. Being on the frontlines of this darkness moves you to action. Once you know, silence isn’t an option anymore.
For two weeks during my time overseas I served in a camp of 160 girls who were trafficked victims, or were so vulnerable they were on the brink of being a victim of trafficking. I don’t even know how to begin to explain how we had to turn down two girls because of head lice because the owner of the camp we rented from wasn’t a believer. How do I talk about the girls who couldn’t come to camp because they were pregnant? Or the girls who are being raped by the fathers every day and can’t go to an orphanage because they’ll be raped by workers there too? How do I tell you about the girl who was so sick on the last day of camp because she didn’t want to go back to being sexually abused by her father, and I couldn’t do anything to help her? How do I tell you these stories? I can’t describe in detail the stories I heard and the heartbreak I witnessed but I can tell you about the hope of the gospel. The gospel is that Jesus calls these girls by name, and loves them so much that he put death in its grave for them. He calls them redeemed, loved, priceless. He sees the gold in the middle of their brokenness, and he has called you and me to be the ones to share this hope with them. If the church does nothing, if we sit back and don’t say anything because it’s “too hard to talk about” the 27 million will never be free. If we don’t tell them about the furious love of Jesus, who will? God is not apathetic towards the injustice of sex trafficking.
Now that you know, what will you do?
It’s time to illuminate the voiceless.
**This post was contributed by an Illuminate Nations Intern