Saturday, October 11, 2014

Human Trafficking

"Rescue the poor and helpless; deliver them from the grasp of evil people." Psalm 82: 4

 A Muslim single mom shared with me that she had sold her little daughter in Saudi Arabia to be a household slave. She didn’t disclose the reason to me. Probably she needed money urgently. Now she missed her so much and wanted her back. She was in agony. When we meet someone who has participated in the human trafficking world of crime we can feel overwhelmed with sorrow, anger, and helplessness. What can we do?

A young Muslim mom entered the waiting room of the government office and took her seat next to me. Although neither of us knew it at that moment it became clear to me from our conversation that it was no accident she sat next to me.  Rasamal was composed and friendly but when I inquired about her children she suddenly became weak and shaken and her voice was reduced to a croaky whisper. Out tumbled a shocking and sad story of her teenage daughter. Believing she was dead but discovering she was alive she recently travelled to find her. Rasamal, being a desperate and frantic mom,  was determined to find a way to bring her to our country. With a down payment of a large amount of money and a promise to send the rest a “business man” was given the responsibility to traffick the daughter from point A to point B where another “business man” took over to point C. The girl is now held captive in point C where terrible things are happening to her. My sensitive ears could hardly process all the gruesome information there in that waiting room. Rasamal had a deadline to pay the remaining money or else her daughter’s kidneys would be harvested and she would die. If she provided the rest of the money the “business man” would drop her off at a certain location where she would have to fend for herself from that point on. Many of those trafficked victims do not survive. “This is a terrible story, Rasamal! Your daughter needs a miracle. God is very great and He also loves you and your daughter very much.  I would like to pray for you,” I said in shock.  So there in that waiting room I laid a hand on this traumatized and wounded Muslim mom and prayed for her in Jesus’ name. We talked some more and then we both had to leave the office waiting room and go our separate ways.

We can feel so inadequate and limited in helping eradicate human trafficking in all its different forms because the crime is so huge. What can we do? Thankfully many are rising up to be a voice for awareness and justice, sign petitions, or partake only in fair trade.  Others in positions of authority are trying to legally do a part. But what can we as Christians do when hearing about it like I did with Rasamal that day in the waiting room? Really, all I could do was pray for Rasamal and her daughter. I do believe something happened in the heavenly realms as a result even though I will probably never know.

Dear heavenly Father, please rescue those caught in human trafficking and heal them. In Jesus’ name, Amen.