Back from vacation at 2 am on Saturday, thrown into Human Trafficking awareness by 3pm on Sunday. Price of Life, an Intervarsity week-long awareness event, organized a Sunday parade of 600 abolitionists, including demonstrations of women chained to mattresses (surprisingly, they didn’t address the problem of child boy prostitutes, but that’s another story for another day, I guess…). Albeit a bit unorthodox, it was a good reminder of why doma does what it does…
Since my last post about CATCH, doma has become the official partner who coordinates events and manages the volunteer relationships for those who wish to serve these women exiting the sex trade. Of course, the CATCH judge will argue that ALL of them were subject to Human Trafficking- and that all simply did not know HOW to exit the world they were a part of. Grace, meets compassion, meets justice, meets service– the judge is able to build bridges for them to transform their lives. Contact me directly if you wish to host events, volunteer personally, or donate financially to the needs of these women.
Let’s not forget why we do what we do and serve who we serve! Come out for more Price of Life events this week, including the Town Hall Meeting tonight! osupriceoflife.org
A friend of doma”s recently posted on Human Trafficking, and a congressman contacted him directly to hear about how he could help!
(timbrainard.wordpress.com) His post:
In 2009, it has been reported that over 1,000 human beings were trafficked across Ohio state lines and sold as merchandise. The youngest known victim was 10 years old.
We live in a time of contentedness regarding slavery.
In the minds of most Americans, slavery was abolished over a century ago.
But the legacy that was ours, remains ours.
Slavery never ended.
The difference is simply that we have turned a blind eye; easy to do when you’re patting yourself on the back over some small sense of achievement.
As a culture, we have attacked a devastating evil head-on.
And this is a good thing.
Except that our attack was merely a reprimand, a slap on the wrist, skimming the very surface of a much more complex problem.
As a culture, we have been dusting our hands off with smug grins, truly believing that we have successfully and completely abolished the sale of human beings as goods.
But this is not the case – not even close.