Monthly Archives: April 2015

Faceless & nameless

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How many of us could say we were not even a face in the crowd?

How many of us could say no one even knows our name?

How many of us have no idea what our real age is?

There are few of us that fit into that category.

We are known.  We have a face that others want to see.  We celebrate our birthdays (often for a whole month) , anniversaries, girls/boys night out, & so many other things.

Could you imagine if that were not so?

What if no-one knew your name?

If I could make it right for the 36 million slaves to be known I would.  I feel like writing about it and talking about it helps a little bit.  It is like that starfish story from my classroom.  As long as I can save one.

Through this week I have learned of several domestic human trafficking organizations.  I have heard stories of people WITH names and faces who live in my county who have been directly touched by slavery.

I can make a difference and so can you.  Make a plan to learn about what you can do in your neck of the woods to bring awareness to this human tragedy that has lasted for ever and ever and can stop with us!

Check out these sites for more information:

Polaris Project

IJM

Redeemed Ministries

Restore One

Comment with others that I need to know about.  The more we know the better we are.

Pain of millions

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The pain of millions

benefits the billions

our joy riding on the backs

of those who cannot choose

when they wake

which way the look

where they go

how they love

who they love

if they love

#enditmovement

#endit

#slaverystinks

How many of us enjoy getting roses on Valentines (or any time for that matter)?

I worked in the grocery industry for 13 years and never knew about how roses and slavery were connected.  I am not sure if it was because I was “blind” to the idea that slavery still existed or if it was because the company I worked for prided (and still does) itself for humanely sourcing everything it sold.

So here you go…

Four boys rescued from a rose farm

Roses: symbols of love or symbols of suffering

I realize the second source is quite a bit older but that lends to the longevity of the problem.

Many years ago I told my husband that I didn’t like roses.  The thorns were not worth the beauty of the flower that was so fleeting.  Also, I had worked so many hours and so many Valentines with the wretched flowers I didn’t want to have to deal with them at all! I asked that when he wanted to buy flowers for me he purchase potted plants instead.  He complied with my request and I got plants for quite a number of years.

Later in our marriage he began to purchase roses again and I found myself oddly happy at the sight of the flowers.  I think that there is a push, a need to be alike others and to compare our lives so we feel the same and accepted.  I took pictures of the roses and posted them, so proud of my gift.  It was bought in love and it did make me happy.  Often the roses lasted “longer than they ever have!” and we enjoyed them for 7-10 days.

Now that I know that roses are often carried on the backs of small children I cannot, anymore, enjoy them unless they are in my garden.

I wish I had a solution to the roses problem.  I know there are farms that grow roses with kindness to the environment AND humans.  I just have to locate them.

Dressember in April

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So I told you that you would hear about this whole “slavery” thing again and that it would likely be a recurring theme across my blog from time to time.  Well, here it is popping across your feed again.  Recently it came to my attention that IJM was doing another awareness campaign.  They have called it #stand4freedom & it is a 5 day campaign to let people know that slavery in the modern age needs to end.

I have decided to take this campaign and do a #dressemberinapril campaign since I cannot stand for the whole 5 day campaign.  I have to work. While I do stand a lot when I work I do not stand for the whole time.  So, in lieu of standing all day I will be wearing dresses and writing every day this week.

Here is my epiphany from the last two days…

Christ died.

Christ has risen.

Christ will come again.

He came for ALL of us, not just the few elect and prestigious.

But he also asks what have we done for the least of these.

What have we done for the hurt and the sick.

That what we have done for the least of these we have done for him.

I am still trying to figure out how I can really, actually make a change in the world where slavery is concerned.   I know awareness is a very tangible way to bring about change.  How can you change something if you do not know about it?  So I am making my small step toward making my little part of the world aware of slavery and it’s impact on our world.

This week my classroom of students begin to wade its way into the research project that I have decided needs to be a social justice project.  My students & co-workers will see me AGAIN wearing dresses.  They will again hear me talking about slavery.  They will hear me talk about ways to combat slavery right here in our own town.  I’ll fill you in on that as it progresses. (it will last till the end of May so bear with me).

When I was posting in December the number of slavers was estimated at 27 million.  It is now estimated at 36 million.

I have learned that one of the best and EASIEST ways to combat slavery is to buy from the thrift store.  No money goes back into the store you bought it from or subsequently to the plantation that grew the cotton. AND many thrift stores are local and help around your neighborhood.

BONUS!!

PS if you want to see my pictures from this week you have to head over to my instagram (imacurlygirl), twitter(syndlazo), or facebook profiles.