You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. (Psalm 56:8)
Relate: The Centre for Social Justice just issued a report highlighting the slave trade in the UK and making recommendations on how to combat it. In this report they highlighted a girl who was recently rescued out of the human slave trade. She didn’t come from a risky background or a broken home. What put her at risk was that, as a sixteen year old she had enough compassion to befriend and care for girls who were being abused. This brought her into the radar of some evil men and they abducted her. To break her will they raped her. 90 times. In one weekend. This didn’t happen in a dusty alley of some third world street. It happened in the UK. It is happening in NY, and Chicago, and LA, and Atlanta… and right where you live.
React: There are certain things that go on in this world that make me ask, “God, where are You?” There are certain stories I read, or hear that make me wonder, “God, what are You doing?” He is catching every tear and treasuring them. Each broken heart breaks his own. You see, God doesn’t go back on His word. Way back at the beginning of the story God gave us dominion over the earth. (Genesis 1:28) He made us in his image. (Genesis 1:26) The Hebrew word for image, tselem, means shadow or reflection. If we are God’s reflection then we should be doing what He is doing. If we are His shadow we should be going where He is going.
The word also connotes authority. God has chosen to operate through us. When He chose to redeem us all from the bondage of sin, He became human to accomplish the task. When He freed the Israelites from bondage, He worked through Moses. Every miracle God performed happened when an obedient representative of Him was willing to step out in faith. There are 27 million victims today still caught in the bondage of slavery. I can sit on my couch, with my laptop open before me and ask, “God what are You doing?” But He is holding that child close, catching her every tear and asking me, “What are you doing?”
Help me to find ways to act. The first and greatest thing I can do is pray and that I do now. Raise up leaders who will bring an end to this evil. Raise up politicians who will put justice before convenience. Raise up lawyers who will devote their lives to defending the powerless. Raise up women like Rachel Lloyd who are gifted in meeting the victim where they are and bringing them to someplace better. Raise me up. Don’t let me ever be content while that 27 million has been reduced to zero. Help me to find practical ways to put feet to my prayers. Like Moses, let me be Your image to my world.