The girl in this story is unnamed; I called her "Colegiala" because it is Spanish for "schoolgirl," and "Colegiala" sounds way more feminine than "schoolgirl." Before you advance, click on this link and read Colegiala's story.
I've written 60 of these articles now and have been working on this project for most of this year, but this article gave me my first glimpse yet of the face of a human trafficker. As I look into the eyes of the men who commit these grotesque violations of life itself, my blood just runs cold. Here is a really young girl, eighth or ninth grade, difficult home life, morally lost, and looking for love in all the... well, you know the song. These are the times when the church should be pulling her in the front doors, surrounding her in love and prayer, and carrying her before the throne of God, where her every sin will be forgiven and her deepest longings will be fulfilled. Instead, we have nine disgusting, selfish excuses for men, pinning down their opportunity to satisfy their own sinful cravings, ignoring the fact that there's a soul somewhere inside this young girl.
Honestly... we need to step it up and be the church. Stop reading this blog and do something already.
3.2 miles for Colegiala
317.37 miles to date.
G.Q., N.H., and S.O.
Because He first loved me,