Asking the tough questions | Trauma Tuesday

When I watched this yesterday, it deeply impacted me. Not exactly a sermon, it’s more an interview in which a woman tells her remarkable story of dealing with tragedy, suffering, and disability. Yes, the pastor had things to say — in a rather powerful mini-sermon that served as introduction — and her husband spoke as well, but it was her words I found especially compelling. 

If you’ve ever asked, “Why did God allow this to happen?” you might not find the exact answer to your question, but I think you will find hope.

http://belairpres3.sermon.net/main/main/20392261

Sex Trafficker? Me?

A simple but uncomfortable truth: even if the men in our lives never go to places like Pattaya, Thailand…even if they never hire the services of a prostitute…even if they never go to a strip club…even if they never pay for porn…if they use porn, even infrequently, they are contributing to and fueling the demand for sex trafficking.

That is a very uncomfortable fact. Husbands may try to pretend their use of porn “doesn’t hurt anyone” and that their wives are being overly sensitive and prudish. They may insist, “I only look once in a while! Every guy does!” They may try to blame their wives, make excuses, justify and defend…but it’s time wives stopped buying into the arguments of porn-using husbands, and time the husbands faced up to what it is that they are supporting and encouraging every time they log into a porn site.

Intentional Warriors

i sat on a comfortable chair in a very nice house as a pleasant breeze blew away the humidity of a humid late spring day and listened to tales upon tales of horror.

Good friends who have picked up their lives and their children to move to Southeast Asia and combat sex trafficking were telling about their work.  The situations they described were terrible:  young girls and boys kicked out of their homes, or abused while in their homes, living on the streets and selling themselves sexually in order to survive.  Men, traveling from all around the world to countries in Southeast Asia as a part of a disgusting, burgeoning industry called “sex tourism.”

Desolation. Despair. Poverty. Powerlessness. And the sort of glimpse into a reality on the other side of the world which made me simultaneously grateful, and embarrassed at my relative wealth and safety in the States.

And…

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Almost Easter

Was it a “God thing” that I came across this? It’s one of the most powerful, honest things I’ve read in a long time.

charlie's song

It’s ten days ’til Easter.  I don’t remember much about last Easter, it was such a blur of searing pain and sorrow.

I do, however, remember standing in line at Target with my Easter candy, and suddenly hearing the piercing cry of a newborn.  Target is the absolute worst place to go…if you want to avoid babyland.  Target is full of new moms who don’t know what else to do with themselves, and so they go to Target to wander the aisles. I know this, because I used to be one of those moms…about a billion years ago.

But a year ago, as I stood in the checkout line with my Cadbury eggs and my fractured heart, I absolutely couldn’t breathe when I heard that piercing newborn sound.  It was one of the most excruciatingly painful moments of my life to have to sit and listen to a newborn wail…

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From this morning’s devotional reading

On a good day, I read from several different “devotions” that are connected with one of the Bible apps I use. Today, I found one quote in particular encouraging and apropos. Lately I’ve been attempting to clean up messes — literal and metaphorical — and feeling overwhelmed. If that’s you too, check out the link.