Saturday, November 30, 2013

Why I'm Giving Up on Pants {Dressember}

It was over two years ago but I close my eyes and the images rush back. I walked out of my hotel room in Phnom Penh, Cambodia floating on clouds after participating in multi-cultural worship. And boom. There she was.

Wrapped up in an oversized men's button up and the arm that it belonged to.

She looked so small, so innocent, so vulnerable.

A fire of boldness, or maybe stupidity, lit inside me. Laura and I yelled, we confronted evil's face.

"Get away from her!"
"Don't you realize what you are doing?!"

and quiet whispers to her

"are you okay?"
"can I help you?"
"Jesus loves you"

His face is forever burned into my brain. His nervous smoking, his Dutch accent. The mixed emotions of fear and anger. The fake paperwork she held in her dainty hands. Her face when I called her into the open.

Despite our best efforts, we soon realized our hands were tied. The red tape was too thick for us to cut through.

The elevator doors shut and the sobs began. Never in my life have I cried so hard.

That day I saw evil. Evil was a man older than my father with a girl younger than me. Evil was my hands tied by beauracracy. Evil was a girl trapped by sex trafficking.

That day was the day it became real to me. When I looked into her eyes and saw that she was a person. She was not just a number, she was a person. She has a soul. She is known by God.

It became real. I experienced evil.

That sweet girl was enslaved. And she is not alone.

She is among 27 million.

27,000,000 souls.

And they are why I'm not wearing pants for the month of December. Because I want you to know what is happening to girls all over the world, even right in your back yard. When my sweet friends Kelly and Jess brought up the idea of wearing dresses for a whole month I quickly justified my way out of it. But then the quiet knock of the Holy Spirit on my heart began. I want to use my life well. I want to make the most of every opportunity to impact eternity. So why not?

Sure, I don't have a ton of dresses. And yes, I certainly do live in a winter-y place. But those things? They pale in comparison to the suffering of slaves around the world.

So help me free slaves? Help me be Jesus to those in captivity? Help me glorify God by rescuing the captives?

I'm hoping to raise $50 this month. That is small, but not insignificant. If you want to join me, you can donate here or sign up for Dressember here.

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