Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
ghost
The ghosts of who I've been and the things I've become. I feel nothing or everything. I hate some things, love some things. This was a year of revelation. My distracted years of youth are past and my eyes have been opened to what they were once blind to. This is the last year of my teens, and I am saying goodbye. But I am saying hello to so much more. Purpose. Dream. Passion. Meaning. Understanding. No longer a chameleon of what people expect from me, I am a collage of the woman who's been hiding. Goodbye 2009, it is good to be rid of you.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Church.
I hate the reality of church.
I hate fake people. Jesus didn't come to teach us how to cover up our faults; He came so we can learn to love, and become more like Him. It's impossible for me to pretend anymore. I spent way too many years trying to be someone everyone could like. Being good, being skinny, being popular. Those are nice things. But not when it's a show.
I have a friend named Fran. She's my hero. She knows where it's at.
This is not a hate letter to the church. It's an invitation. An invitation to a revolution. Wake up and smell the coffee, heaven-bound!
I am also sleep-deprived and buzzed up on caffeine.
Gosh I want to throw a brick at something.
I hate fake people. Jesus didn't come to teach us how to cover up our faults; He came so we can learn to love, and become more like Him. It's impossible for me to pretend anymore. I spent way too many years trying to be someone everyone could like. Being good, being skinny, being popular. Those are nice things. But not when it's a show.
I have a friend named Fran. She's my hero. She knows where it's at.
This is not a hate letter to the church. It's an invitation. An invitation to a revolution. Wake up and smell the coffee, heaven-bound!
I am also sleep-deprived and buzzed up on caffeine.
Gosh I want to throw a brick at something.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sex Trafficking: It is Happening in Our Backyard
September 8th, 2009 by Jane Marie Smith and Dr. Gary Scott Smith
A story in last week’s news focused on the mysterious reappearance of Jaycee Lee Dugard, a 29-year-old woman who had been kidnapped 18 years earlier—snatched into a car while walking home from school. As the details of her imprisonment emerge, the horror is inescapable. Hidden in a filthy backyard complex, she was forced to serve as a sex slave for her jailer—even bearing him two children during her captivity. Can she ever live a normal life? What does the future hold for her children—young teenage girls who rarely left the backyard in which they were born? Will her captor receive the punishment he so soundly deserves?
We’ve heard and been repulsed by such stories before. Three years ago a young German woman, Natascha Kampusch, escaped from an Austrian cellar after being held captive for eight years. Nearly a year after her 2002 abduction from her bedroom and forced “marriage” to her kidnapper, Elizabeth Smart was rescued when an elderly couple recognized her after seeing her story on television. When confronted with the gruesome details of these crimes, we wonder how something like this could happen. What kind of person could treat a child so callously and brutally? At least, we often comfort ourselves, such abductions are rare.
Unfortunately that’s not the case. Every day girls all over the world lose their innocence to heartless “owners” who are profiting from the sale of their young bodies in the sex trade. They “work” in brothels in Eastern Asia, India, Europe, and yes, in the United States. Just last week five people in Houston were arrested and charged with trafficking children—children they had forced into sexual servitude.
The U.S. State Department estimates that about half of the two million people trafficked across international borders each year are minors, the majority of whom are forced into commercial sexual exploitation. These children, occasionally as young as seven or eight, are sexually and emotionally brutalized until they are sufficiently broken to serve as many as 20 customers a day. Vulnerable to the lure of traffickers because they are poor, uneducated, and often orphaned, these girls succumb to tempting offers for seemingly lucrative jobs in other countries. When they arrive, however, in their new homes, they are stripped of their passports, their dignity, and their freedom. Their captors control them by physically and emotionally abusing them and by denying them access to money or other means of escape. Rarely can they speak the language of the country where they are being exploited; many are warned that their families will be murdered if they flee.
In the United States, where studies reveal that the average age at which a girl enters prostitution is 12 or 13, vulnerable populations include runaways, foster children, and illegal immigrants. Most have been sexually abused at home or on the streets. Trafficking recruiters lurk near Southern California high schools and target immigrant girls, threatening to turn their families over to Immigration Services if they don’t begin to turn tricks. Pimps often gain control of runaway girls with kindness—before raping, beating, and drugging them into submission and forcing them to walk the streets. Sadly, if they are picked up by the police, they are often treated as criminals instead of as the victims they are.
It’s time we recognized the evil of this practice and work together to end it. It’s time we, like William Wilberforce and William Lloyd Garrison before us, become abolitionists. To do so, we must first learn as much as we can about sex trafficking and those it affects. We should support the work of nonprofit agencies like the Salvation Army’s program for the abolition of sexual trafficking, the International Justice Mission, Shared Hope International, and Stop Child Trafficking Now to end this vile practice. We can contact state and federal lawmakers and encourage them to enforce existing anti-trafficking legislation and to enact stronger measures against slavery. Language in these laws needs to mandate that victims be treated as such instead of as criminals. And since as many as 100,000 children are currently victimized by commercial sexual exploitation in the United States, we need to be watchful and report suspicious activities to the State Department’s trafficking victims hotline (888-373-7888).
The treatment these children—both in this country and overseas—receive at the hands of their captors is so brutal that few Americans believe it is happening—but it is. We cannot imagine reading thousands of headlines a day about children being kidnapped and sexually exploited, but it is the reality we must face. We need to be as outraged by child sex slavery as we are by the stories of Jaycee Lee Dugard, Natascha Kampusch, and Elizabeth Smart. And we must hold out a hand of hope and rescue to these abused and desperate children.
source: http://catholicexchange.com/2009/09/08/121665/
A story in last week’s news focused on the mysterious reappearance of Jaycee Lee Dugard, a 29-year-old woman who had been kidnapped 18 years earlier—snatched into a car while walking home from school. As the details of her imprisonment emerge, the horror is inescapable. Hidden in a filthy backyard complex, she was forced to serve as a sex slave for her jailer—even bearing him two children during her captivity. Can she ever live a normal life? What does the future hold for her children—young teenage girls who rarely left the backyard in which they were born? Will her captor receive the punishment he so soundly deserves?
We’ve heard and been repulsed by such stories before. Three years ago a young German woman, Natascha Kampusch, escaped from an Austrian cellar after being held captive for eight years. Nearly a year after her 2002 abduction from her bedroom and forced “marriage” to her kidnapper, Elizabeth Smart was rescued when an elderly couple recognized her after seeing her story on television. When confronted with the gruesome details of these crimes, we wonder how something like this could happen. What kind of person could treat a child so callously and brutally? At least, we often comfort ourselves, such abductions are rare.
Unfortunately that’s not the case. Every day girls all over the world lose their innocence to heartless “owners” who are profiting from the sale of their young bodies in the sex trade. They “work” in brothels in Eastern Asia, India, Europe, and yes, in the United States. Just last week five people in Houston were arrested and charged with trafficking children—children they had forced into sexual servitude.
The U.S. State Department estimates that about half of the two million people trafficked across international borders each year are minors, the majority of whom are forced into commercial sexual exploitation. These children, occasionally as young as seven or eight, are sexually and emotionally brutalized until they are sufficiently broken to serve as many as 20 customers a day. Vulnerable to the lure of traffickers because they are poor, uneducated, and often orphaned, these girls succumb to tempting offers for seemingly lucrative jobs in other countries. When they arrive, however, in their new homes, they are stripped of their passports, their dignity, and their freedom. Their captors control them by physically and emotionally abusing them and by denying them access to money or other means of escape. Rarely can they speak the language of the country where they are being exploited; many are warned that their families will be murdered if they flee.
In the United States, where studies reveal that the average age at which a girl enters prostitution is 12 or 13, vulnerable populations include runaways, foster children, and illegal immigrants. Most have been sexually abused at home or on the streets. Trafficking recruiters lurk near Southern California high schools and target immigrant girls, threatening to turn their families over to Immigration Services if they don’t begin to turn tricks. Pimps often gain control of runaway girls with kindness—before raping, beating, and drugging them into submission and forcing them to walk the streets. Sadly, if they are picked up by the police, they are often treated as criminals instead of as the victims they are.
It’s time we recognized the evil of this practice and work together to end it. It’s time we, like William Wilberforce and William Lloyd Garrison before us, become abolitionists. To do so, we must first learn as much as we can about sex trafficking and those it affects. We should support the work of nonprofit agencies like the Salvation Army’s program for the abolition of sexual trafficking, the International Justice Mission, Shared Hope International, and Stop Child Trafficking Now to end this vile practice. We can contact state and federal lawmakers and encourage them to enforce existing anti-trafficking legislation and to enact stronger measures against slavery. Language in these laws needs to mandate that victims be treated as such instead of as criminals. And since as many as 100,000 children are currently victimized by commercial sexual exploitation in the United States, we need to be watchful and report suspicious activities to the State Department’s trafficking victims hotline (888-373-7888).
The treatment these children—both in this country and overseas—receive at the hands of their captors is so brutal that few Americans believe it is happening—but it is. We cannot imagine reading thousands of headlines a day about children being kidnapped and sexually exploited, but it is the reality we must face. We need to be as outraged by child sex slavery as we are by the stories of Jaycee Lee Dugard, Natascha Kampusch, and Elizabeth Smart. And we must hold out a hand of hope and rescue to these abused and desperate children.
source: http://catholicexchange.com/2009/09/08/121665/
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Soul Mate.
I realized something today.
I've realized that a soul mate is not necessarily your romantic other half. It's that person you're destined to be with forever.
That person who complements you perfectly. In your thoughts, your emotions, your ministry, everything.
That person you can't live without.
That person who's always on the same page as you no matter how far apart you are or how long it's been since you talked.
That person who eases that aching inside when they are close.
Sierra Lynn Goss is that person to me.
I've realized that a soul mate is not necessarily your romantic other half. It's that person you're destined to be with forever.
That person who complements you perfectly. In your thoughts, your emotions, your ministry, everything.
That person you can't live without.
That person who's always on the same page as you no matter how far apart you are or how long it's been since you talked.
That person who eases that aching inside when they are close.
Sierra Lynn Goss is that person to me.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Struggles
There is a gaping hole in my chest, burning at the edges. This thing called depression fights to surround me. There is nothing I can do to sooth it. No night of rest, no fun and mindless outing. No prayer, no verse, no song, no poem, no thing.
This overwhelming sense of hopelessness encompasses my soul.
EHPESIANS 5:1-21!
"Let no one deceive you with empty words..."
"...for you were formerly darkness, but now you are light in the Lord; walk as children of light...."
"For this reason it says, 'AWAKE O sleeper, and ARISE from the dead! And Christ shall make day dawn upon you and give you light!"
I can almost see it, this dream I'm dreaming, but, there's a voice inside my head saying, "You'll never reach it." Every step I'm taking, every move I make feels lost with no direction, my faith is shaking. But I've got to keep trying. Gotta keep my head held high. There's always going to be another mountain, I'm always gonna want to make it move. Always going to be an uphill battle, sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. It's not about how fast I get there, not about what's waiting on the other side, it's the climb. (never in my WILDEST dreams did I think those words would speak to me)
"Feel grief, but respond with rejoicing."
Just keep pushing on..
This overwhelming sense of hopelessness encompasses my soul.
EHPESIANS 5:1-21!
"Let no one deceive you with empty words..."
"...for you were formerly darkness, but now you are light in the Lord; walk as children of light...."
"For this reason it says, 'AWAKE O sleeper, and ARISE from the dead! And Christ shall make day dawn upon you and give you light!"
I can almost see it, this dream I'm dreaming, but, there's a voice inside my head saying, "You'll never reach it." Every step I'm taking, every move I make feels lost with no direction, my faith is shaking. But I've got to keep trying. Gotta keep my head held high. There's always going to be another mountain, I'm always gonna want to make it move. Always going to be an uphill battle, sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. It's not about how fast I get there, not about what's waiting on the other side, it's the climb. (never in my WILDEST dreams did I think those words would speak to me)
"Feel grief, but respond with rejoicing."
Just keep pushing on..
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