Tuesday, June 25

Obviously this post is not going to be about what the teaching as it has yet to finish... but it does involve the school, so hopefully it is not too boring.

Monday and Tuesday mornings are devotion and prayer mornings, respectively. This week is no exception. I led devotion yesterday and a classmate, Lo, led prayer (intercession) this morning. Lo and I both have a heart for human trafficking- as do many other people around the YWAM Madison base. Lo had us pray for the issue of human trafficking, but it did not just stop at prayer.

I walk into the classroom and sit down hoping I do not get too jumpy. Lo had already told me what was going to happen as a courtesy to me.
There is a cup of something in front of us. "Drink it, then put your head on the table and close your eyes." The drink was warm, so I drank fast and then put my head down and closed my eyes.
My head is yanked up and a blindfold is placed on me. I can feel my heart thudding, and I want to fight, but I know I cannot. "Often times traffickers will drug women."
"Get up, walk," I hear them barking orders. Then there is silence. I have not moved, did they forget about me? Then I hear them come back in to the room, someone grabs me and pushes me toward the door. One of the staff members has her hand on my shoulder. She is using me to lead her. I walk into a door. (I seriously did this.) I push the door open, still blindfolded and walk into one of the "hustlers". She leads us out the front door to a waiting van. We wait for only a second and then we begin to drive. It is raining outside, I can hear it. We drive for a couple of minutes before we are shuffled out of the car.
It is dark, and humid, and a little musty. "You may take off your blindfolds now." We pull off our blindfolds and listen as Lo reads out Psalm 10:7-18. As I reread the psalm I realize how applicable it is... we partner up and begin to pray. My classmate and I pray for the traffickers, women involved and children. We thank God that He sees all.
We are re-blindfolded and shuffled back to the van. (And they almost leave me.) We begin to drive again. "Many times, traffickers have government officials on their side whom they have bribed to allow them across the border."
We are pulled out of the car and led down to the basement of the building we started in. It is dark, we are not allowed to talk, and I do not like being led to some undefined place. A woman's wail fills the air, I hit a random filing cabinet. Where am I?
We begin to pray again. This time with different partners and for whatever God is putting on our hearts about this issue. I go back to the issue of the men. It is not a head issue. They can know it is wrong, but that does not matter to them. It is a heart issue. So we pray. We pray for a complete 180 degree turn. That these men would in turn become these girls' advocates.

Just thought I would share my morning and journey with you.