Cry Freedom


I was promised a better life – a way out of what I had always known. Never in all my 17 years did I believe that I would want to go back home. The verbal abuse was bad. My step-father physically abusing me was worse. But where I am now…nothing could be worse than this. Running away I thought was the best idea. It was my only choice. No one wanted me. No one would help me. I made it from Denver, CO to Detroit – taking a bus and catching a ride when I could. I was off to get myself a better life.

For a week I stayed in a motel using what was left of my savings after the journey to Detroit. I managed to get a job at a diner there and worked nights. The place was always busy but it wasn’t long before I began to get to know the regulars. One in particular stood out to me – Jack. He was always really nice to me and would leave a good tip. The second time he came in I was so surprised because he remembered my name. That made me feel so good and like I was more than just a face. Jack would come and get his usual combo and coffee and sit and chat with me every Wednesday. Then he started coming more often. He helped me to secure an apartment – under his name and I would pay the rent money to him every month.

I didn’t realize I’d be paying with my very soul. I moved in to the apartment…it was just a few weeks later he came and told me he had talked to a friend who had a job for me that would be better paying and I wouldn’t have to work at the diner anymore. I called the diner and quit excited for the job – whatever it was that he had obtained for me. I was told that they would meet me at my apartment at 5 that afternoon.

Jack came. He brought another man with him. I don’t remember who he introduced him as. But whoever he was, the moment they came in the door I knew I was doomed. My soul sank to depths I didn’t know existed. Jack took a seat and the other man grabbed my arm and dragged me into the room. He started tearing at my clothes and beating me. I put up a fight, but it was useless. I was forced to drink vodka and other strong drinks and to take these small blue pills. For days everything was so groggy. But it didn’t numb the searing pain in my heart. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was to trust anyone….especially these men! I beat myself up over it, but it didn’t change anything.

I started seeing as many as 60 men in a day…all wanting one thing – my body…to be a strangers pleasure.

Now I lay here against the wall in my bedroom that I’m captive to. It is only a matter of time before the next john comes knocking paying a small amount for a piece of my soul. I long for home. Even home was better than this…

Is there any way out? Is my family looking for me? Does anyone care? How long must i endure?

I feel the sound of footsteps approaching my door and dread and fear consume me. My eyes are set cold and my face expressionless.

Another endless day in the nightmare I live. Can anyone hear me?

My heart cries for freedom…

Can you hear me?

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Every day stories just like this happen all over the world. Many of those who end up in trafficking are runaways – victims of abuse who are taken advantage of. Can you hear their silent cries for freedom? Will you help them?

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The Price is Right….


What can you get for $90? A few video games? Some DVD’s? How about a slave?

What is life that you can put a price on it? What is it that determines the value of a person? What makes one person worth more than another and who set the standard?

Yet every minutes 2 children are prepared for the purpose of sexual exploitation.

Every minute an estimated $3,000 is spent on pornography which victimize women and children.

The average cost for a slave is $90….

$90 – aren’t they worth more than that? Life is priceless. You have unsurpassable worth. These victims have unsurpassable worth – but most of then won’t ever know it. But one would hope that they believe that they are worth more than they are getting and that they are worth more than the sum they are being sold for. Love is the only thing that can heal those wounds inflicted by those who treat them as little more than objects. Love unconditional. Love that can only come from God. Love that transcends all. The love that sees their unsurpassable worth and that died for them as He did for me and as He did for you.

They are worth more.

You are worth more.

Your worth is not based on what you do. Your worth is not based on where you are. Your worth is not based on how you were raised, your family, your friends, your job or anything like that. Your worth is not based on your popularity or position.

Your worth was established before you took your first breath.

Jesus came and paid the debt that we could not pay – an innocent life for the countless guilty. But the price was right. That moment He came defined your worth and mine as unsurpassed. A sinless, innocent life for the redemption of humanity.

We didn’t deserve it. But the love of God is so great that He sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. He alone defines our worth as He did that day – we were worth it all.

Yet here we are and the number 2 illegal criminal activity is the selling of our fellow brethren.

This should not be happening!

If the price is right…..then what is the worth of life?

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The House that Porn Built


Society today has fallen for the lie that porn is harmless entertainment.

But the truth is – pornography is the foundation to human trafficking. Many times women and children are forced into pornography – a decent percentage of which are trafficking victims.

In the United States alone it is estimated that over $3,000 a minute is spent on porn and the porn industry makes an estimated $93 billion dollars a year.

Every time pornography is accessed, the demand for more increases. When that happens, more victims are pulled into it. It is pornography that makes human trafficking a supply and demand issue.

The house that porn built is the house of lust that traps those who look at it. The house that porn built holds your fellow brothers and sisters lost behind eyes that reflect no life with little fight left in them. The house that porn built destroys families around the globe. The house that porn built is a trap that sucks people in to it’s grasp.

Porn cheapens sexuality. It is yet another distortion of the gift that God gave to be shared by a husband and wife.

There is an attack on the sanctity of marriage.

There is an attack on the innocence of children.

There is an attack on what is moral and what is good.

Compromise in this case is defeat….what we tolerate, the next generation will accept.

Take a stand against this injustice.

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