The more I learn about this issue of Sex trafficking and grow in my faith, the more I see the similarities between what these human traffickers do and how it compares to the greatest trafficker of all, Satan.

A poem about sin and the power of redemption.

Why does a musical artist after receiving an award for singing about murder, sex with lots of different women; while completely full of themself, thank God? The artist is a walking contradiction. Somehow, Jesus has become an enigma; even though he ascended to heaven over 2000 years ago.

The second thing to do when God seems absent is to do nothing until fire falls from heaven into our hearts. We want to experience God! But when things get stale, you quit. You hate the idea of going through the motions.

As children, our interest is peaked by the mystery of the unknown. To the child, the unknown has to be exposed, explained, and experienced. To them the adventure of a lifetime could be right around the corner; streams become rivers, trees become forests, and hills become mountains to conquer. As years go by we can lose that sense of adventure. Nothing is a mystery to us anymore, because in our minds we have already experienced it all.