Sunday, August 15, 2010

A bit of perspective...

Sometimes a new perspective arrives in glimpses.  Other times it's like a big red curtain at a theatre, opening to a new way of looking at life.  And you wonder if you'll be able to ever see the world the same again.

The last few days have been somewhere in between...

Here's how I viewed life before God decided to give me a little perspective:

 If only ....(fill in the blank).  If only I were prettier, had more money, were more successful in Arbonne, were more organized, kept a cleaner home, were a better mom, a better wife.....  If only.

Then I was listening to my station of choice, NPR of course.  They were doing an interview at an orphanage in Afghanistan.  There was a little boy there.  His mom had gone for a walk.  But didn't return home.  She was captured by insurgents  threatening to blow her up.  And a few days later, they did.  They took her to hospital, strapped her to explosives, and used her as a suicide bomber.

Upon hearing the news, the father, who suffered from asthma, had a massive attack triggered by stress, grief, and of course, the Afghan dust.  He was rushed to a hospital -- but it was too late.  He too died ... leaving this traumatized boy to join the thousands and thousands of children whose lives have been forever altered by horrible and unimaginable violence.  He plays well at the orphanage during the day ... but he can't sleep at nights.  He misses his mom and dad -- and the life at home he used to have.

Well, that story was enough to bring tears to my eyes -- but God wasn't quite done.

I was reading Reader's Digest (yes, I still like reading this old peoples' magazine) -- and they had an article on a Holocaust death camp.  The numbers of people who were gassed makes your mind reel.  But one story broke my heart.  A woman was carrying her baby with her on the way to the gas chambers (of course, they didn't realize that's where they were headed.)  In the mass confusion, a woman dropped her baby.  She stopped to pick up her child, but the guards were on it.  The started beating her.  She cried, and asked if she could please pick up her baby.  They said, "We'll take care of your baby."  And they picked up the child, and threw the baby into a nearby fire.  

"OK, God, I think this is enough heartbreak. I get it...."  But he wasn't done yet.

I read a story of a toddler who was in foster care.  His mom was a drug addict, and her boyfriend, extremely abusive.  He was found wandering around in a parking lot with his 5 siblings, teeth cracked and broken by a recent beating.  Just another unwanted child.

Last night, I couldn't sleep.  Not cause I wasn't tired -- but because I was thinking about all the kidnapped girls that had been trafficked for sex.  These are girls are so precious to God -- yet are used, abused, raped, tortured and sometimes killed.  While I lay peacefully in my bed ... they were in stranger's beds, servicing up to 20 men a night.  Not because they want to or because they like it.  Because someone decided they had no rights, no future, nothing to offer but a PROFIT.  So many lives absolutely ruined.  

Not only are they victims ... they are misunderstood.  When I talk to people about sex trafficking, most don't want to hear about it.  "That doesn't happen here, so why should I know about it?"  Um... yes it does happen ... to at least 100,000 children every year in America.  "Sex trafficking -- honey I'm too old to hear about stuff like that."  "I'm too busy ..."  "That only happens to kids who are raised wrong."  I've heard it all.

By this time last night (or should I say early this morning) -- I was tired of hearing all the bad news.  I wanted to just close my eyes to the pain, grief and despair plaguing the least of these.  But there was still more....

Today at church, we had a missionary from Asia preach.  He told a story. .. "One of the missionaries on our team felt called to the river Ganges to preach to the Muslims gathered there.  To cleanse themselves of sin, they wash themselves in the sordid, smelly waters of waste.  As the missionary approached the waters, he saw a woman on her face, pounding the ground and wailing. From her weeping, he knew her pain had to be great.  

"'Mother,' he asked, 'Your pain must be great.  Please tell me what is wrong, and perhaps I can help.'  She told him that her husband had TB and could not work.  She did not know how to feed her family.  She thought that maybe if she offered her most precious sacrifice, the gods might have mercy and provide for her family. '30 minutes ago, I threw my 6 month son into the river,' she confessed through her sobs.  He wept with her ... and told her that God had already sacrificed his son so that her sins would be forgiven. 'Where were you 30 minutes ago?' she cried. 'If I had only known, then my son would be alive and with me.'  She went home weeping."

Even as I write this, tears stream down my face.  I cannot fathom the despair and hopelessness that would cause a mother to sacrifice her own child.

So where does this new perspective leave me?  

I'm still trying to figure that out.  For starters, I know that I can't do anymore of the "if only...."  God has spared my life from so much grief, trauma, loss, violence and hopelessness.  He has provided AMPLY for my needs.  I have ALWAYS had enough food, known I was loved, loved Christ since I was a child, grew up knowing I would go to heaven, have a wonderful, safe and healthy family.

My gratitude is so great right now.  But that is not enough.  The grief, the pain, the loss HAS to be addressed.  Somehow sending a check to missionaries and ministries isn't enough.  Sure, it's something.  But I feel God calling me to do something more.

But WHAT? is the question I'm faced with.  Pray more? Support more missionaries?  Become a foster parent?  Adopt from orphanages?  Become an advocate for sex-trafficking victims?  

I also feel incredible anger.  Anger that people will do such horrible things to each other.  Anger that Satan causes such evil and despair -- and yet we Christians often just think of him as just a mere pest.  Anger at myself, for being so spoiled and self-absorbed.  Anger at Americans in general -- we're so wrapped up in the newest, greatest, best.  In getting stuff for ME. Tell me this isn't wrong -- American's spend more on dog food than we do on foreign missions.

Lord -- may I forever be grateful for you blessings.  May I realize that I am not exempt from pain -- one day I will lose those close to me.  I will experience suffering.  In those times, may I still bring glory to you.  And until that day comes, may I praise you every day for the lives and health of those I love.  

Please show me what you want me to do with all this new perspective.  Lead me and Ryan in your way.  Show us how to invest in your kingdom.  If you want us to be foster parents, or to adopt, please prepare us, lead us, and provide the children whose lives we can lead to you.

And I pray for everyone who reads this post -- that you would touch their hearts.  Perhaps you will change their perspective too.  Perhaps you will bring their hearts closer to yours, just as you've done mine.  

In all things, I ask for your will to be done.  And for the glory to go to Christ alone.



  1. Wow... Hearing those stories always brings me back to that humbling realization as well. It could always be worse for us...way worse. We DO have so much to be thankful for and one of those things is not having to ever worry about some of the above mentioned ferocities.

    It's so awesome that you have felt a new appreciation for the Lord's blessings. We all need that. Sometimes we don't realize how great it is until we see how great the horrors of the world are.

    Thanks for the post Rachel! It gave me that much needed perspective as well. Glad you have the blog going :)

  2. I love your heart. Thank you so much, Rachel. I needed to hear this today...

  3. you've always had a beautiful heart rach.

    Did you know that atlanta is the main location for trafficking in the U.S.(all those international flights.)

    I have a friend in Atl who works with sex traffic is the website.

    Also a good book to read "The Good News about Injustice" by Gary Haugen.

    also: The International Justice Mission
    You can get on their mailing/prayer list. If anything....a way you can give yourself to these issues is to pray!

  4. Rachel,

    Thanks so much for sharing your heart and your new perspective. I too have these awakenings within my soul as well. Our lives really are put in perspective when we hear the horrific reality that many have to endure everyday; injustice has a way of bringing things into perspective. I agree with Kristina. The International Justice Mission is incredible. They work within countries to legally get these victims out and not only that but to help with their healing once their out. I heard someone from their organization speak at a church I visited. Amazing work.

    You and Ryan will be in my prayers as you consider what steps you must take and I'll be praying for not only direction, but also wisdom and timing.

    Love you Rach!

    PS: Have you seen "The Boy in the Stripped Pajama's" and "Freedom Writers"? Two movies that I would highly recommend to you.

  5. Thanks everyone for reading the post ... I really appreciate your support, and hearing what God has been doing in my heart.

    Back in May, when I learned more about sex-trafficking, I researched a nonprofit called Shared Hope International. They are a Christian organization (and my understanding is that in some cases they also work with the International Justice Mission.).

    They work to 1)Spread awareness on sex-trafficking, 2)Rescue girls who have been trafficked, 3) Restore girls with their "homes of hope" 4) work to get laws in place to help protect victims from being treated as criminals, and to help crack down on the pimps and johns, 5)Help local law enforcement know how to treat these victims as victims and not lawbreakers.

    I am supporting Shared Hope now with my Arbonne business. What I love about that is that for people who want to -- they can get nice makeup and skincare AND support a worthy cause. (Much better than indirectly supporting Planned Parenthood and other NOT-worthy causes through big corporations...)

    But as I mentioned in my post, I still wonder if this is enough.

    Ryan has sent off for info on foster parenting -- we're waiting for that right now.

    If you've been touched by this post -- please spend 5 min. researching sex-trafficking. You can go to and watch one of their videos on youtube. Or just read some stories.

    I also recommend requesting the book "Renting Lacey." You can get it as a gift for any size donation to Shared Hope (even just a few $), but it is ABSOLUTELY worth the little bit of time and money to read the book.

    Thanks again friends, and I will post more soon!


    P.S. Anna, I haven't yet seen the movies above. I've been interested -- but it's one of those things where I know it's going to break my heart, so I kinda avoid it. :( But I'll have to just step up and watch them!