Fighting for Justice. Resting in Jesus.
Home from work, I closed my bedroom door and crawled into bed. It was 4 p.m. I told myself I was tired. But really, bed was just the safest place to be. An escape from reality. I knew there was an even better escape. A sure way to guarantee I'd never have to deal with... Continue Reading →
I turned 29 yesterday. One more year till 30. My 26-year-old coworker asked me, “How does it feel?” Am I allowed to say how it feels? I answered with a joke, but my heart’s first answer whispered, “Sad. I thought I’d be married by now.” Looking back, I remembered freaking out when I turned 25... Continue Reading →
I once heard a speaker refer to my generation (Millennials) as the porn generation. We're the first generation to grow up with the internet, and thus the first generation with access to pornography from childhood. He said that 90% of college-aged men watch pornography. While he talked a lot about men and their addictions, he... Continue Reading →
Our team sat semi-circle on orange couches and metal chairs, snipping rose stems and discussing plans for the strip club outreach that night. We decided to split into two groups and each go to one club. My team’s usual leader was feeling sick that night, so it would be just me and one other lady... Continue Reading →
Her street name was Tid Bit. I never met her, but I’ll never forget her. I was doing street outreach downtown with my teammates Laura and Dot. We had a drop-in center for prostituted women that was headquartered in one of the roughest neighborhoods of the city. The one where the police would get mad... Continue Reading →
Skyscrapers, cantinas, strip clubs, pimps, worship, prayer…these are the images that stick with me from the Justice Rally in Houston, Tx. Feb. 1-5: the week before the Super Bowl. As the Patriots and Falcons prepared to battle it out on the field, we were fighting a different battle, an underground one. Sporting events are a... Continue Reading →
It's impossible to talk about sex-trafficking without also addressing the industry that feeds it: pornography. Here's a poem I wrote for all those who insist, "Pornography is fine. It helps men have a healthy outlet for their sexuality." PORN'S FINE Don't worry, lover, porn's fine. Every night your man rapes a screen with his eyes... Continue Reading →
I was stuck in line at Taco Bell. Our cashier pressed the buttons on the touch screen about as quickly as the sloth from Zootopia. Squirming with impatience and trying to distract my growling stomach, I started watching the girl in front of me as she ordered her novel-long list of requests. I had to... Continue Reading →
“God’s in his heaven--all’s right with the world!” At least, that’s what Anne of Green Gables told me when I was in junior high. I believed her. Even into high school and college, the belief still fit my experiences. Sure, I had my stresses with busy classes, catty friends, and the usual boy drama. But... Continue Reading →
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