3 years ago I went on a 20 hour road trip to South Dakota. I know . . . crazy.
It was fun and exhausting and definitely not at all like I thought it’d be.
While there, Christine Caine, an evangelist and founder of The A21 Campaign (an anti-human trafficking organization), spoke about justice and how we as Christians are called to be a light in the darkest places.
Now, I had heard about human trafficking before, but something really hit me that day. As she told a story about a girl who was rescued from a brothel, my heart broke and shattered all over the South Dakota floor. I had to keep myself from bawling like a baby as she talked about the 27 million slaves still in the world. I remember thinking I could never have a normal job after her talk — I needed to be an activist for this issue. I told God, “Send me. This is a cause worth giving my life for. This is a cause worth sacrificing my dreams for. Please, God, send me. Help me to do something, anything.”
This was three years ago and God has led me on a very unexpected journey towards freeing the oppressed.
So far, I have volunteered at events raising awareness about the issue of human trafficking. I was able to meet several people who have actually rescued sex slaves. I have spoken to strangers about this issue. I am now even sort of interning for IJM, a non-profit human rights organization.
Somehow, and quite miraculously, God has opened countless doors for me to share my heart on this issue. I haven’t had to bang them down like I have other doors in the past — it’s something that has come easily to me.
Now, as I ponder what I should do next year, I think about this ever looming opportunity. Should I continue in the fight against injustice and try to find my place in it or hang up my coat and call it a day? Should I try to get a “real job” or continue following the Lord’s crazy, rollercoaster of a ride call? I don’t even have to think about it, of course. I know what God has already said. I know what I was made for.
But as I think about what I should and was made to do, instead of being overwhelmingly excited about it, I feel something unfamiliar — fear. It would be so much easier if the stories I read about human trafficking stayed stories. It would be simpler if I could spend my days watching this astronomical issue play out on my TV screen than actually dig my hands into the dirt to end it. It would be easier if I didn’t have to sacrifice my comfortable, suburban lifestyle in order to go to the darkest places.
Seeing is way easier than doing. Talking is way easier than walking.
And then I read 2 Corinthians 5:7: “For we live by faith, not by sight.”
I still have absolutely no idea where I fit into this fight. I’m just a college graduate with a degree in film and creative writing. How could I possibly make a difference?
But, I’m trying to actually live the “faith” thing (Lol because my name is Faith). Faith isn’t feeling sorry for the girls and boys who are kidnapped and abused. It’s not enough to feel sorry. Feeling sorry doesn’t do anything. I have to live out my faith. We have to live it.
As I continue wondering where I should go, I know I don’t even have to ask God because He has already declared,“Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow” (Isaiah 1:17).
So now, I look towards the future and pray I will never read this verse in regret. I pray no matter how difficult it seems to end this issue, I will keep fighting with enthusiasm and fervor, living out my faith, never forgetting the words I once prayed as a college sophomore in South Dakota, “Help me to do something, anything.”
Hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to look back and know that I did.