I met a girl in a brothel named Sarah about eight months ago via covert camera footage. And while I’ve yet to speak in the flesh to this young woman, I know her story.
Sarah’s home country in SE Asia is notorious for both government oppression and extreme poverty, and at the hands of her own mother, she was sold to a human trafficker to pay off a family debt. Moved across borders, Sarah found herself in a neighboring country where she didn’t know the language and was at the mercy of the pimp who now “owned” her.
Sarah was 15, and her virginity was soon sold for $600 USD. . . .
Please read the rest, including the spiritual lesson I can’t get away from when I think of Sarah, today over at (In)Courage.