Two years ago I wrote this status on my Facebook page:
Pew sitting Christianity is no longer satisfactory for me. If there’s anything my time here in South Africa has taught me, it’s that lives are in serious and imminent danger… every second, of every day. If I am too afraid to go out and try to at least make an attempt to impact one life, than what am I living for? To absorb and drown in my comfort? I cannot sit back and just talk about being like Jesus, while I hear report after report of eight-year-old girls being drugged and gang raped, and of other young women and girls who are forced into prostitution, and eventually murdered like animals – and do NOTHING! Enough is enough. I may be one woman, who is unknown, small, and without much material wealth, but I am a voice. A voice that can say NO MORE! Modern slavery WILL end in my lifetime.
My heart was juxtaposed with conflicting emotions. Feeling the pangs of agony as I sat and listened to the stories of victims and survivors, my eyes growing tired of crying, and experience a fierce and righteous anger welling up within every fiber of my being.
I was wrecked.
Just barely recovering from my own valley of winter and defeat, I found myself in a shelter in Maseru, Lesotho beginning to understand the very reason I was placed on this earth.
I returned to a world that no longer felt like home. A fire had been lit and until it consumed every part of me, to the point of absolution, it would not be extinguished.
At this same time, I began to listen to a song. A song that most of us, churchgoers have become rather familiar with, and sing with resolution. There was one part of the song, the bridge I believe, that resonated with me particularly. Perhaps it was because I discovered it while marveling the crashing waves of Cape Town’s shores, or because it would become my prayer anthem. Its lyrics go something like:
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever you would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith would be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior
Oceans by Hillsong, has been a melody that has carried me through the last two years. As the path which my life should take became clearer, my prayer remained the same – take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, that my faith would be made stronger…
Well He did just that.
Here we are, two years later since I was merely a girl in South Africa, discovering what it meant to lay her life down for the cause, and today, an organization devoted to restoring, educating and empowering young women who wish to leave lives of prostitution, trafficking and abuse, is a few thousand dollars short of becoming a reality.
I never imagined that singing those lyrics, and praying those prayers would truly take me out upon the waters, requiring the greatest amount of faith ever given in my life.
I’ve wrestled with this call. Gone back and forth over the last twenty-four months about what it means to be a seeker of justice. What it means to become a modern-day abolitionist, and put actions to the words I boldly spoke.
Because apparently when you pray a prayer and passionately cry out in worship long enough… God answers.
He has shown up so many different ways throughout this journey, and each time providing in even greater ways than the last.
Yet, here I am once more, out upon the waters, deeper than I could ever wander, with nothing but a prayer that my faith is strengthened by His presence and delivery.
I have been burdened to the point of lost sleep, swollen eyes and wails from the innermost parts of my soul, imploring for freedom and retribution on behalf of the women I have been called to serve. My people, for whom I fight and give my life for.
As the vision for Jasper House began to take shape, I often doubted my abilities and credentials to take on a feat such as this. However, God being the kind and loving God who always manages to speak truth in a compassionate and gentle tone, reminding me of Queen Esther.
A young Jewish girl who found herself chosen to be the Queen of Persia, not something she ever expected, or even maybe wanted for her life. Nevertheless, there she was, the most regarded woman in the land, married to the most powerful man.
Yet, her heritage haunted her, and her people’s suffering could not be ignored. She had been given this position of power and influence for a purpose… for such a time as this.
She could not remain silent.
I very much recognize that I am not Queen Esther. I am not going to the king on behalf of the Jews, and my life is not blatantly at stake.
However, the very real reality is there are a people, a demographic of beautiful, strong and capable Haitian women who have been forgotten.
Who find themselves entangled in lies and darkness, believing that their nightmarish realities are the fates, which have been unjustly served to them.
Their voices have been silenced. Their faces are lost in the masses.
I am still but one woman, but as I stated in my post two years ago, I am a VOICE. And if I choose to remain silent and do nothing, this opportunity to rise and empower, to take a stand and say enough is enough, will pass me by and perhaps hope will find another way.
For who knows if I have not been sent to Haiti for such a time as this?
For who knows if you have not been appointed to help bring justice, restoration and freedom to countless women who believe they are worthless and forgotten?
Jasper House Haiti is committed to being that voice. To not allowing fear to stand in the way from taking hold of faith, and walking out upon the waters, wherever the Lord would call us.
Trusting that He will continue to make a way where there seems to be no way, and strategically bring each girl destined for our home into our path.
May the Spirit continue to lead us where our trust is without borders to see the impossible become possible and tangible; and that lives and set-free, restored and empowered to make a difference.
We are still short funds needed to open our home this month with proper preparations, and the reality is, we can’t do it without you.
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Silence in the face of injustice is the greatest crime ever committed.