I was seated at the dinner table across from my parents, an indignant adolescent, demanding an answer. We had just studied the Holocaust in school that day, and I was sure that if I had been alive during World War II, I would have done something about it. How arrogant.
Last night I attended the opening meeting of a conference, The Biblical Call: A Christian Response to Human Trafficking & Sexual Abuse. I learned that we have more slaves now in our world than we did in the four hundred years of the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade, many of them children, many of them sex slaves.
I’m alive. This is now. So what am I going to do about it?
This afternoon I’m going to learn from the experts what I can do about it. So stop back next week, and I’ll let you know.