Freedom Week–Small University Seeks to End Modern-Day Slavery

This is a story I wrote for a magazine writing class.  I’m hoping to have it published in Collegiate magazine, a Christian magazine produced by LifeWay.  The story is about Freedom Week, the event to raise money and awareness about human trafficking that took place on Montevallo’s campus earlier this month.  Enjoy.  Blog version (more information, my take on Freedom Week) coming later.

The mood in Palmer auditorium changes as she takes the stage at “Freedom Night.”  There is no more chatter, no more laughing.  Every pair of eyes are watching her intently as she tells her story:

“There is a circuit from Atlanta to Birmingham to Nashville to Memphis to Chattanooga, and you’re trafficked quite often.  But it’s not about transportation,” she says calmly.  Looking into the crowd of college students, she continues her story:

“I have been raped more times than I can count.  I stopped counting at 21.  My throat has been cut, and a gun has been placed at my head and the trigger pulled.  By man’s law I should not be here.”

Tajuan Lewis became a victim of sex trafficking at age 15.  She was prostituted, beaten, and raped.  It took her more than 25 years to understand what had happened to her.  She was in and out of prison until one day, her eyes were opened to the gospel, and she received Jesus as Lord and Savior.  She met her husband Kelly, and soon after, she was called to open the Well House, located in Birmingham, which serves the needs of victims of sex trafficking, caring for and helping women who have been abused.

Her story is just one of millions.  27 million, to be exact.  According to the U.S. State Department, there are more slaves now than in any other period of history.  The International Labor Organization reported that human trafficking generates more than $32 billion annually.

At the University of Montevallo, located in Montevallo, Alabama, students stepped up to make a difference during Freedom Week, held March 5-9, 2012.  The event raised money and awareness for modern day slavery and human trafficking.  A campus ministry, Ecclesia, led by Brian Fulton, sponsored the event as a result of hearing about trafficking at Passion Conference in Atlanta.

“We took a group to Passion Conference, and God had already been giving us a heart to help students find a way to be involved in providing and taking care of the poor and the oppressed.  It just made sense to do this and get involved,” Fulton said.

The goals of Freedom Week were to raise $5,000 to go toward three different organizations: The International Justice Mission, The Well House, and She Dances.

Fulton quoted Isaiah 58:6-7, which says “Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the straps of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke?  Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him, and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?”

“My hope is that people would begin to see that we are responsible, that we owe people justice.  Humans are made with rights, and I believe, as a Christian, made in the image of God.  Therefore, we owe justice.  Justice isn’t a suggestion,” he said.

The average age of entry into prostitution is 12 to 14.  Almost half of all forced labor victims are under the age of 18, and more than one million children are trafficked every year.  Sexual exploitation drives almost 80 percent of all human trafficking.  The Lewis’ believe that the best thing people can do to fight these evils is to talk about it, confront it, and take the chance to be wrong.

“If you’re not willing to take a chance on being wrong, you’re not taking a chance on pulling someone out of the situation that they’re in, and they might be in bondage.  You can’t see the chains, but the bondage can be there,” Kelly Lewis said.

On the night of March 6, more than 250 students attended Freedom Night, the headline event for the week.  The event featured Jeremy Springer from She Dances, Tajuan Lewis, and Olivia Terry, a Montevallo graduate working with Make Way Partners.  After the week was over, $5,700 had been raised.

“God blew our expectations for Freedom Week out of the water. The entire campus became aware that trafficking is rampant today,” Fulton said.

Brett Roney, a member of Ecclesia, added that the week was not simply for money, but for future efforts to help those in need.

“My hope is that through Freedom Week, one student will take the week’s heart-felt purpose, duplicate it in their lives outside of school, and carry it with them into their futures so that others will also come to stand for something bigger than themselves,” Roney said.

As the students continue to listen, Tajuan, becoming emotional, continues to speak.  She explains how trafficking works, and that most victims that enter the Well House come from the state of Alabama.  She says trafficking and prostitution can happen anywhere, and is not just limited to big towns like Los Angeles or New York City.

“In March of last year, there were 40 people arrested in Fort Payne, Alabama.  Fort Payne is rolling green countryside.  It doesn’t happen there.  Or that’s what we think.”

Fort Payne, Alabama is where Tajuan was once abused.

“What’s sad, and what breaks my heart, is that 26 years later, we’re going back to the same house…in the same town,” she cries.

As she finishes her story, she ends on a positive note:

“I’m no longer a victim, and I’m no longer a survivor.  I’m an overcomer!”  She boldly proclaims that she knows Jesus saved her.

Tajuan’s story brings hope.  Hope can be such a fragile thing.  If not for the stories like Tajuan’s, the 27 million slaves around the world might not have any hope.  If not for people like her and other organizations like The Well House, hope would seem like a laughable joke, an object of wishful thinking, not a tangible reality.  This week, this event, and these students, weren’t just raising money or awareness.  They raised something else, something more powerful.  They raised hope.

 

Christ Makes All Things Possible, and All Things Bearable

This is probably the most personal post I’ve had since I published my testimony and the story about my dad.  I hope that my story, or more, God’s story in my life, is able to encourage and lift you up.  With that being said, let’s get started.

Muscle is usually not a word that’s in my vocabulary.  Never has been.  I consider myself to be in shape, but I definitely could stand to be better about taking care of my body, and I certainly am not going to win a weight-lifting contest.  However, I do enjoy working out, and that’s what I’ll be basing this post on.  For those that know me…yeah it’s weird for me too.  Try not to laugh too much.

A miracle just took place in my house.  Seriously.  I get home, relax for a while, and figure I’ll work out some before I grab a shower.  I do my regular stuff: situps, curls, pushups, and those kind of things.  However, up to this point, I haven’t been able to do more than 33 pushups in a single workout session, without stopping.  I got to 35 today, after doing several other exercises.  And I wanted more.

You ever have those moments where some small event brings out emotion from everything else going on in your life?  I’m joining the club today.  I thought about all that has happened over the past few months, and I mean every little detail.  I thought, as I worked out, about all that I am planning on doing when school starts, and all I’d like to do.  It’s overwhelming.  It’s a terrible habit of mine, and one that needs to stop, but, it happened.

I blogged earlier in June about how Jesus must be everything to us.  And that’s completely true.  But that isn’t a decision that’s made once.  It’s a decision made daily, in everything that we do.  And so many times, I fall flat on my face, humbled, emptied, and broken before the Creator of the universe, and my Savior.  What are we truly dependent on?  If it isn’t Jesus….it’s something else, and it’s wrong.

Back to my exercise…I got to 35 pushups.  I wanted more.  36. 37. 38. 39…..Now, I’ve always been one that I don’t want to end on an odd number.  It’d weird me out and bother me if I didn’t get to 40.  I wanted it.  But as I went to push myself up for that last pushup, my arms and legs gave out, and I couldn’t do it.  I tried again…same result.  I tried a third time, and still, I couldn’t do it.  If you feel inclined to laugh at me at this point, do it.  I did.  Just not at the time.  For me, this was a result of my awful eating habits and years of just not caring.  This is what I got.  Me, at 20 years old, not able to do 40 pushups.  And it broke me.  I laid on that floor, crying.  Not just because I couldn’t do 40 pushups.  But because I realized, at that moment, at how lost I am without God.  It hit me that I can’t do anything on my own.

As the tears came rolling down my face, I thought about everything that’s gone on, and will go on, and I cried out, “I can’t do this, God.  I don’t have anything left.”  I can’t handle my relationships, my job, my finances, my family, my ministry, and all that life, and God Himself, demands.  Heck….I can’t even take care of my own body.  I literally felt like I could not push myself up off the floor.  I screamed that I was done.

Now, what happened next is the miracle.  I didn’t get this great surge of energy, or this miraculous return of strength to do a pushup.  I just knew in my heart that just like all the other times before in my life, God was looking right at me, and was reaching out His hand to pick me up off the floor.  And He did.  I picked myself up.  And I went right back to it.  I got myself in position to do a pushup, lowered myself, and with everything within me, raised myself up off that floor.  I would go on to do 50 pushups today.

It was a miracle because God found me in a place where I could not pick myself up, and He picked me up, and allowed me to keep working.  When I needed one pushup, He gave me 11 more.  As I sat and relaxed, I thought about all the times God has done that.

When my family was torn apart by divorce, and I wondered if I would ever feel that fatherly love, God showed me His love.  He provided His loving hand, and gave me the most incredible, loving, Godly, and supportive grandfather I could ever ask for.

When I found myself angry at the world, He called me to calm down in Him.  Nothing in this world or the next is outside of His control.

When I was 8 years old, He drew me to Himself in Christ, and showed me what it means to trust in Him.

When I struggled to find friendship, He called me to Himself, and showed me what a friend I have in Jesus.  Years later, He would provide, and continues to provide, Godly brothers and sisters that encourage and build me up, and love and care about me no matter what happens.

When I struggled to maintain relationships with the other side of my family, He reminds me of the grace and forgiveness He’s shown me so many times.

When He found me 12 years after salvation, in rebellion and sin and doubt, and wondering if the life in Christ was truly better than the life without Him, He brought me back with open arms, and showed me what real growth and maturity looks like.

When I sin, when I doubt, and when I hurt, He continues to bring me back and restore me.

When I seem to lose everything I have, and when I lose the things and even people that matter the most to me, He shows me what is truly important.  And it’s not a thing, it’s not a relationship with anyone else, it’s not school, it’s not family.  It’s Him.

On that Thursday night in Virginia, when everyone else was either sick or incapable of leading, and all was thrown on me, I cried out, “I can’t do this, God.”  He took my hand, and said “You’re right, Neal.  You can’t do this……but I can.”  And 20 boys put their faith in Christ for the first time, not out of anything I did, but all because of what God did.

July 7, 2011—-I can’t bring myself up off the floor to do 40 pushups.  But He can.  And He did.  Not by a supernatural physical power, but out of His love and His affection for me.  I heard a voice saying “It’s okay, I’m here.  And you can do this.”

And I did 50.  When we have nothing left, God is more than able to fill us up, and allow us to do more than we ever thought we could, through His power.

Maybe that’s where you find yourself tonight.  You’ve tried and tried to fix it yourself.  And every attempt at success, at popularity, at looking and feeling good, it fails.  Every attempt at holiness fails.  I can speak from experience…as long as you continue to trust in yourself, it will continue to fail.  But we have a marvelous and unfailing hope in Christ.  Through Him, all things are possible.  Whether it be getting through the death of a loved one, dealing with a relationship that is strained.  Maybe your unemployed and wondering how you can possibly provide for your family.  You may not be able to….but God can.  Let Him use you, and do what He asks, for it will never be too much, and the results will be nothing short of amazing.  Maybe you’re just sick and tired of feeling worthless.  You know the gospel.  You know the Bible, and you know you’re in sin.  But you just don’t know a way out.  That way out is Jesus.  It doesn’t matter what you’ve done, what you’re going through, or what you’ll have to deal with in the next 50 years.  Our God is an awesome God, and He provides salvation, forgiveness of sins, and an eternal, everlasting hope in Christ Jesus.  Life may not be easy, but we can place our trust in the one who’s been there.  We can place our trust in our Savior, who we will see one day, face to face.

Maybe you just can’t do one more pushup.  Maybe you’re like me.  You’re out…you don’t have anything left.  Overwhelmed by the burdens of the world, and possibly even what God has called you to do, you feel like the world is crashing around you.  That’s not the case, for the same God who holds the world together is holding you.  He won’t let it crash down on you.  It may be tough, and it may seem impossible, but there is nothing that is impossible with God.

I’ve felt more lonely this summer than I’ve felt in a long time.  The difference between now and ten years ago is that my first instinct is to run to my heavenly Father, who welcomes me with open arms each time.  The loneliness fades away in the light and love of God.  He is good….in every season of life, God is God.  No amount of death, hurt, pain, unemployment, sin, divorce, break-ups, hatred, disasters, and disappointment can change that.  He is God….and He is faithful to His children.  He loves you, more than you could ever imagine.

God bless,

Neal

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