My Heart Breaks
Warning: Link Contains Upsetting Content
This story breaks my heart. And I don’t mean it in a trivial way. It explodes into a fire that smolders and I cannot break free of this passion for justice. My heart cannot look away from this. It cannot un-know it.
My heart breaks. For everyone involved.
Obviously for the children. I cannot know how they survive in a world of hopelessness. For them my heart aches and I pray that God would deliver them from this life and that they would be Kings and Queens of the next life, innocence restored. Living in unbelievable peace, free from other people’s absolute evil.
For the parents, it seems an unfathomable state of living. Because when your child is gone, no matter the age - you must feel hopelessness that is unimaginable. What do you hope for? Your heart must be lost with them. Having no idea where they are, what is happening to them. God, hear the broken hearts of these parents.
My heart is broken for the investigators whose job it is to review and immerse themselves in this culture. These things cannot me unseen. God protect their hearts somehow.
For the perpetrators and addicts to these films. Yes. Them too. Because how many of them were victims themselves? How many of them were trapped in this cycle of hurt and evil by someone who broke them as a child? How many of them have families and loved ones whose lives are being turned upside down by this? God give them the strength to break free, to seek help. And to find it.
Those who make, distribute and profit from such films?
I honestly don’t know how to hope for people who live in such a dark place in humanity as this. God is absolutely capable of freeing people from the all-encompassing darkness that resides in their hearts. I believe He is able to redeem anyone. But people who deal in this sort of debauchery and evil…what can touch and break their hearts? What will bring them out of the underworld that comes with this sort of lifestyle? Hurting a child in this way takes a hard heart, the depths of which it seems little can penetrate. God, do as you see fit - it’s all I can muster.
And then the question comes: what can I do about it?
As much as I would love to go vigilante and rescue these children, these young ladies, these boys, I cannot. I sit here, heart aching for them and their mommas and knowing there is nothing I can do to make them safe, to end the inconceivable abuse.
But there has to be something I can do. Something that can help end this cycle. As I laid in bed this morning, half asleep, my head was swimming in and out of consciousness, I thought about this question.
What can I possibly do?
I can teach my sons and daughters that every life has value.
That people do not merely exist for the singular purpose of making us happy, or fulfilling our wants and desires. That is to treat someone as though they have no soul.
That we must all stand up for justice, no matter how hard or uncomfortable it makes us.
I can talk to them about sex and the beauty of it and be certain to not make it something they feel must be hidden. God made sex - it was part of His beautiful plan for us. Plain and simple.
I can spread the word to my friends and family via social media. Statistics are important but faces and names and news stories speak loudly.
I can invite people to come and hear what they can do, what part they can play in ending human trafficking and child pornography.
But this problem seems so big. How can we help children we can’t even find?
As I stood my the kitchen this morning, I thought about it again. And I felt God reminding me that even though I might feel hopeless and helpless, He is not. He is mighty.
What if we, as Christians, put our faith in the God we claim to believe it? What if we committed to praying daily for the victims, the parents, the addicts, the investigators? What if we stopped putting our heads in the sand and started learn about how terrible this is and what it looks like and where it happens (in your city and my city)?
What if we blow this thing wide open? What if we start looking at statics, stand up for the marginalized, pray that there will be light that shatters the darkness?
This is what I want. This is what I expect from my God. And I believe it is what He expects of us.
He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly
and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.
It seems especially difficult to encourage some Christians to learn about Human Trafficking or child pornography. It seems we have difficulty understanding how we could learn about it without subjecting ourselves to that darkness.
And to an extent, that is true. But we do not need to see images in order to have our hearts broken and the passion for change ignited. Stories of hope, of victims rescued, are a powerful catalyst for change.
We can’t expect to do anything about this if we don’t acknowledge it, educate ourselves and actively seek justice.
(Ideas. They are brewing in my head…)