Dear John. I arrived at the rescue house last night and it was full of girls, like me. Some older. Some younger. But, all of them wear the 'for sale' sign in their eyes. We don't shed our price tags easily. You never asked me how old I am. 15. Do you remember 15? [...]
Tag: trafficking
Dear John: Let My People Go
"We are prophets of a future that is not our own." I wish that I had said that. It was penned by Bishop Ken Untener of Saginaw upon the death of an Archbishop. I had a heavy moment last week as I taught an anti-trafficking workshop at church. In the midst of teaching, [...]
let’s ROAR
The tummy-tug rush of the sky scraper escalators whirls and twirls as I descend into the stomach of the Kalvin Ter metro in Budapest. I always breathe in and wait for the sensual recognition that free surfing the underground brings. I learned it first in Moscow and my mind returns to those turbulent days. For [...]
lazarus and one world
I saw Lazarus do a HAPPY stride like Pharell Williams last night in front of a One World television while the World Cup captivated a room full of strangers. I saw him eat a bar of dark chocolate with a bowl full of fruit this morning. He was Asian. I think I am starting to [...]
lazarus stopped dancing
Just when we thought that missioning was all fairytale adventures and warm fuzzy feelings, reality reminds us that there is another side. The character of this breaking-in kingdom, this good story, this freedom tale is humility. But, like most worthwhile things, it comes with a price. Humility is not free, you see. This reality cuts, [...]
the making of a prostitute
"The girls made cookies yesterday." Bee tells me this as we chat. 'The girls? Ohhh, THOSE girls.' Hands that have been unwillingly forced to trace the lines of a man's body Wrists that have been tied and bloodied Mouths that have screamed a million unheard screams Eyes that have seen the real live demons housed in humanity Making [...]
do you choose to know?
Oblivious? Sometimes ignorance is bliss and sometimes it is not. It really depends upon one's perspective, does it not? Click on the Oblivious? link.
teanna sunberg 