Violating Jesus

william-wilberforce

33% of American women will experience sexual violence in their lifetime and very few will ever report it.

The brilliance of women is astounding and motivating.

The oppression of women has led to a deeply broken world.

It is very clear that in our day young girls and women who are experiencing sexual violence and slavery through sex trafficking qualify in the words of Jesus as “the least of these.”

Which means when we rescue these girls, we are rescuing Jesus.

It also means that if we allow the violation of these girls to continue, we are also violating Jesus.

True words if we believe what Jesus said in Matthew 25.

It seems obvious that if women were liberated from these atrocities that we would be following the mission of Jesus as broken hearts would be healed and captives would be set free.

Sex trafficking and all the darkness that goes with it is our holocaust.

Human trafficking generates $9.5 billion yearly in the United States. (United Nations)

Approximately 300,000 children are at risk of being prostituted in the United States. (U.S. Department of Justice)

The average age of entry into prostitution for a child victim in the United States is 13-14 years old. (U.S. Department of Justice)

A pimp can make $150,000-$200,000 per child each year and the average pimp has 4 to 6 girls. (U.S. Justice Department, National Center for Missing and Exploited Children)

The average victim may be forced to have sex up to 20-48 times a day. (Polaris Project)

Fewer than 100 beds are available in the United States for underage victims. (Health and Human Services)

One in three teens on the street will be lured toward prostitution within 48 hours of leaving home. (National Runaway Hotline)

An estimated 27 million people are held in slavery worldwide, meaning there are more slaves in the world than were taken from Africa during 300 years of the trans-Atlantic slave trade.

More slaves are alive now than at any other time in history.

What will history say the church did about it? What will be our legacy?

We can change this.

And we can do this in our generation!

We have the resources.

Americans spent an all time high 53 billion dollars on their pets last year. I love my cat like most people do, but c’mon!

We have the talents to attack this problem both from the preventative side and the rescuing side.

But do we have the will?

A note to pastors and church leaders:

Your church cannot fight sex trafficking by putting an announcement about it in your bulletin or on you website.

Your church cannot fight sex trafficking by setting up a booth and having a once a year awareness campaign.

In order to do stop this atrocity, you must talk about it all the time.

We must convince followers of Jesus that we are ALL called to enter into the fray.

Pastor, your heart needs to break and you must lead the way by becoming an expert on this subject.

This should keep you up at night.

This will be difficult.

This will be messy.

This will be uncomfortable.

This will be hard.

This will be heart breaking.

But this will change you, and it will change your church.

This will be a new era of energy, purpose and blessing.

It will be scary and rewarding.

You will discover passionate gifted people at your church coming forward.

You will also lose people.

But the people you keep and the people you gain will be so generous you will never want to go back.

Jesus said the gates of hell will not prevail which means the church is supposed to storm the gates of the hell of sex trafficking with justice, mercy, courage and humility.

We need an epidemic of churches storming the gates of hell and in order for this to happen pastors have to have the courage to tell their congregations to “Go to Hell” and pastors, you must go first!

May this be our legacy.

@CourageToBeYou @IJMHQ @half @kenburkey

Wake up! Breathe deep! There are treasures we must find!

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You are far more amazing than you’ll ever realize
Much more greater than the world’s pack of lies

People won’t appreciate your hard work. Work hard anyway
Sleep deep, dream well, for tomorrow will quickly become today

You can live fully alive, or you can live waiting to die
One is risky and fun, the other is safe and a lie

Today move from the victim’s role to the role of creativity
Victim’s look for blame, while other’s risk new activity

Move from finding someone to blame to finding someone to extol
Move from finding someone to judge to finding someone to know

Try something this week that is out of your comfort zone
Even when the crowd runs to safety and you are all alone

Being relevant takes more risks, creates more ups and downs
It’s more difficult than popularity, which is easy to be found

Judging others has to do with low self-esteem and holding a grudge
My job is to offer grace to those the world has already judged

I spend my time creating my own caste arrangement
Though we are far more the same than we are distant

I want to save the world, but I’m having trouble saving myself
My focus is on others while I’m struggling finding my own help

700 million dollars spent on Valentine’s for our pets
While children die for lack of 10 dollar mosquito nets

350 million spent on pets at Halloween
While 55 dollars gives families water that’s clean

93 percent of Californians don’t go to church, lack of hope
I’m spending too much time trying to please the 7, lack of scope

God’s biggest desire is to have our presence
I talk about his goodness, though it’s past tense

I need his mercy, but I leave it behind
It’s new everyday, yet it bleeds out my mind

Grace turns quickly to rules, morals and obligations
It turns into committees, methods and gyrations

We pack God in a box, in our minds it’s a clear history
We have lost all the awe, we have lost all the mystery

Faith is called faith, because we cannot see
Yet we preach that less doubt leads to maturity

I say, the closer I get to my creator, the less I know
Big words, eloquent prayers, it’s all about the show

Faith is calling out, it’s doubting while believing
Everyone wants it, yet still everyone is leaving

A better understanding of God takes a world view
Compassion grows while walking in another’s shoe

I pray that God doesn’t dress like a politician
I pray he doesn’t gossip like a beautician

I hope He laughs at my vain attempts to be perfect
I know He cries and  heart breaks when he sees injustices’ evil effect

God says that he is close to broken-hearted man
He also says, when we love them, we love him

Righteousness is more than morality and being right
I’m thankful because I don’t look good in white

A widow’s mite is worth more than a portfolio on Wall Street
I waste more money in a day, than Africans earn in a week

I am told not to live on guilt, yet I wrestle with much affliction
My struggle is daily and good, for it is leading to healthy conviction

I am thinking that we have just scratched the surface of potential
I am looking for a new storm of grace, drowning us in its torrential

Fear comes not from God, it comes from another kind
God give deep love, sustaining power and a sound mind

Wake up! Breathe deep! There are treasures we must find!
In the words of C.S. Lewis, “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”

A song screams silently inside my head

A song screams silently inside my head
Curses, blessings, words that are said
No hope, no life, yet born to achieve
Choosing the language I need to believe

Another day, same ol’ fight
Soul poorly lit, losing sight
Bones grow weak, eyes close slow
Can’t feel the pain, can’t feel the glow

Waking up, a brand new leaf
Turn it over, same ol’ beliefs
Intentions grand, easy to say
Knowing truth, can’t stop destructive ways

Sing out loud, my mouth shouts for something
Shout out loud, my mouth sings for nothing
Lift up my hands, surrender leads to something
Bow my head, knowing I have nothing

Grace sounds easy, too good to be true
Accessible to everyone, gentile, Jew
Grace echos gratis, free of charge
Small on rules, the spirits large

Definition free, don’t cost a thing
Boundless, limitless, cost everything
What once were gains, now called loss
Searching for life, found at the cross

Accepting myself, not easy to do
Believing essential, all things new
Higher power, strong enough
Humility hard, realities rough

Sing out loud, my mouth shouts for something
Shout out loud, my mouth sings for nothing
Lift up my hands, surrender leads to something
Bow my head, knowing I have nothing

I love, I try, I’m bold, I’m shy
I fall, I lie, I soar, I fly
I jump, I leap, I bow, I sigh
I moan, I groan, I live, I die

A song screams silently in my head
Curses, blessings, words that are said
Choose to believe, promises given me
Language changes, grace becomes beauty