Y’all remember how much you want to do something about Sex Trafficking and modern slavery?
Well, here’s a guy who’s trying to win $100,000 for the International Justice Mission… The giveaway is from Lash Allure MD.
His entry into the contest:
If you want to help, you have to click on the youtube page, and then rate the video once. Every day this week, go back and leave a comment about the video. One comment per day = one more vote.
Let’s do this.
I sat here for probably 20 minutes wondering if I should post this.
Fighting the sick feeling in my stomach.
Realizing it’s easier to live life without this information.
Fearing that some of you may be offended.
Hoping you won’t be.
Then, while remembering the conversations Drew and I have had in the past two years. Conversations where our knowledge has compelled us to help those who are helping stop this madness. And I changed my mind.
If you don’t know, you won’t do anything.
I hope you will be offended.
We all should be.
Social Justice.
Some of us are paralyzed by the sheer array of choices. Where do we even begin when looking at all the options to fight global hunger, genocide, abortion, sex trafficking, etc?
I’ve been dizzied by the causes and groups and websites and teams and resources that are out there.
But the pit in my stomach and the thought of such tragedy being a present reality – they won’t let me stand still any longer.
From where I’m standing, and from where I’ve been, this is a pitiful reason NOT to get involved.
Honestly, I think lack of action wanders into the realm of sinful.
It’s time for us to stop wiping our consciences clean by the excuse of being uninformed. To stop dismissing our responsibility by claiming this is someone else’s problem. To stop thinking the decision to “do it tomorrow” is a form of action.
If we don’t do something, we won’t do anything.
What are you doing?
Or, better yet: What are you NOT doing?
occasionally a book comes across my desk at work that grabs my attention. this one left me without an appetite:
Tens of thousands of women in India die each year, mostly soaked in kerosene by their husbands or in-laws and then set alight. Those who survive live with hideous scars. Commonly referred to as “victims of dowry deaths”, they have become statistics. So have the tens of thousands of girl babies killed each year, often by their own mothers, simply because they were not boys. Considered a lifelong burden, their lives are easily snuffed at birth or soon afterwards, and the authorities rarely intervene. Among the middle classes, female infanticide has also become increasingly common in the form of abortions, following scans that detect the sex of the unborn child. That too has become big business in towns and cities, with unscrupulous doctors making vast fortunes. It is a complete cycle of violence and oppression — from birth to death — and women themselves seem to have helped perpetuate this practice in the name of religion and tradition. Many have seen their own lives as not worth living, and have tried to spare their daughters from a similar fate.
i’m speechless. and nauseated. social justice is a big theme on our seminary campus, and is growing in importance for Drew and I.
but what in the WORLD can we do when things like this happen in the name of religion?
what can we do if they think its ok?
what about those that don’t like it, don’t want, but can’t stop it?
quote taken from: Death by Fire: Sati, Dowry Death, adn Female Infanticide in Modern India, by Mala Sen, Rutgers University Press, 2002.
