It started as disgust. But as time passed and evidence mounted, the pain has worked it’s way deeper into my soul. There is no way to fully describe the anguish that comes form watching, listening, or reading reports of the atrocities committed against our world’s innocents. Young children are the targets of unthinkable cruelty. They’re easier to manipulate, brainwash and abuse. And while the attacks are bad enough, the lingering effects of their abuse are overwhelming. These children will never be the same again. They are forever scarred. Our world is forever scarred.
“About 30% of the child soldiers in the Liberian civil war were girls, most of whom were used as sex slaves. Many of them became pregnant or contracted HIV/AIDS. Because they were used for sex, their families cannot ask for a dowry for them when they marry.” – Hannah Baldwin, From Memory To Action
Dr. John Sentamu, the Archbishop of York, made a plea from the pulpit this past Sunday. His plea was for the leaders in Uganda to “redouble efforts to put an end to the suffering and misery of people in the North.” He was referring to the child soldiers and the attrocities the LRA rebels are inflicting on the people of the region.
I know I’m naive about the political issues surrounding child slavery. I’m admiting that openly before asking this question: Why do we have to beg? Why do we have to plead? Except for the monsters in the LRA, is there truly anyone who views this as optional?
I’m dumbfounded by the lunacy of it all. I don’t have a place to put my emotions on this topic.
Yesterday, my wife asked me to watch the Oprah Show on Child Slavery in Ghana. I have never been ignorant of the far reaching impact of child slavery. But I’ve been acting like I was. I must stop claiming ignorance and start making sure others do as well.
Knowledge is power.
I don’t know where this is going to go or how it’s going to work. But I’m certain that someone must stop child slavery. I’m certain that I’ve got to stop thinking that someone is someone else.