October 27, 2011
My daughter Avery's full name is Avery Alice. I think, as her mother, I may be the only one to call her that... but in truth, that's her name. She was named after a very special character in my life. My auntie Alice. She and my uncle Ted live in BC now and came for a visit to meet Rachel. They have led a most interesting life and I love hearing their stories. Well, most of them anyway.
They have been all over the world in their missionary work. They were sharing with us their recent adventures throughout parts of Asia dealing with human trafficking. It was incredibly humbling to hear their vast knowledge on the workings of government politics right down to the basic instincts of human survival.
To think a mother could sell her innocent child's virginity for 500 dollars. To dress her up and parade her out to the winning bidder. To think that these innocent little girls are brainwashed to believe that their whole existence was created for that moment. To think that false pride in born into their spirits that they were providing for their family. But instead of food, they bought a new colour television.
To think that there is an enemy of our souls who wants nothing more than to tear us down and take from us the inheritance from our Father. To think... but I can't. I can't think about their precious little faces hiding behind closed doors. I can't think about the abuse, the torment... the loss. The pain.
But I must. I have to think about it. If I don't, I won't do anything about it. To think... that we have the ability to practice “out of sight, out of mind”. But Christ doesn't. He see's ALL. He hears ALL. He weeps for ALL. And to think we are called to be Christ-like, Christ minded. The hands and feet of Jesus. To think that my aunt has witnessed so much human pain she likes to believe that there is a special place in hell for “those” men.
And to think that God loves “those” men the same as He loves me.
My heart feels like it is shattering into a million little pieces as I write this. To think that someone could take my own child's innocence. To think, to think, to think.... too much thinking. We need action. How do I act in your name Lord? What do I say? What do I do?
And all I hear is... mercy.
Mercy in my name child, mercy.
And to think that forgiveness is hard. Mercy.
“You shall not take vengeance, nor bear any grudge against the children of your people, but you shall love your neighbour as yourself: I am the Lord.” (NKJV)