A young girl is raped—a dozen, two dozen times a day or more. A young boy rolls firecrackers by hand for hours on end, when he should be attending school and playing with friends. An entire family labors to make hundreds of bricks each day, trying to pay off a loan that is impossible to pay off—eventually forgetting that they ever were free. For them, now, this is just the way life is.
I want to talk to them. And although I doubt that any of them will ever read this, I’ll say here what I can’t say in person:
You are not forgotten. You are more valuable than you know. God loves you, and His own Son gave His life for you. We love you, too—thousands of us who have finally realized your suffering.
We’re coming for you. We’re coming to set you free and to help you find a new life. We’re coming to bring justice, to stop the wicked people who have done this to you and to make other traffickers realize that their ugly business is no longer going to be worth it. We just need to find you.
Lord Jesus, help us to find them.
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