Courageous Hope

Any area of your life that does not glisten with hope is under the influence of a lie.

Where do we even begin to change a culture of exploitation? March 21, 2013

The news and the world-wide web are ringing loud the alarm of the tragedy at Steubenville.  Where boys, just young boys…saw a vulnerable young girl…and used her body for their pleasure and entertainment while she was unaware. They callously photographed her and blasted their exploits on the internet shamelessly. Eye witnesses treated the incident with a casualty that borders cruelty.   The blogosphere is running wild with brilliant words and brutal words about this story.  But what I’m struck with is how at the core of this Steubenville rape story is the same mindset that is enslaving 27 million people around the world.

No matter which way you look at it, “Trafficking is an exploitation of vulnerability” she said.

I’ve meditated on those words since I first heard them in the Nefarious documentary.

There are many who believe that those involved in commercial sexual exploitation are there by choice.  No matter what way you look at it, sex for sale, sex trafficking, strip clubs, escorts, prostitutes and  pornography, it’s all an exploitation of vulnerability. No matter what way you look at what happened in Steubenville…it’s an exploitation of vulnerability.

Two young men have been sentenced to juvenile detention for their exploitation of that young girl and a wake up call has rattled a community and a nation. Yet this month in the state I live in it is estimated that 7,200 men will purchase commercial sex. And nearly all of them go un-sentenced. If they are arrested at all, the slap on the wrist they receive is not painful enough to stop them. They will use the body of a woman, who is likely a slave to her pimp whose controlling and abusive ways have exploited her vulnerability,  to service their lust. And just like all the teenagers at that party in Steubenville…we know it’s going on, we look the other way and we don’t stop it. We casually accept this as a part of life, part of our society that will never go away.

People want to place blame in every direction. But I say we all take ownership.

All of us. All humans.

Because somehow we have created a world where boys can rape unconscious girls. And men can order up women, as they would order take out, to be delivered to their room and service their sexual needs.

How did we get here?  How did we become so callous  that it is common for the vulnerable in our world to be exploited in so many different ways?

How can one human decide another human’s value is less than their own to the point of exploiting the other’s weakness to their own advantage?  

So what are we going to do? What are you going to do?  Enough is enough already people! We have to do something.

Where do we even start?

How do we shift from a culture of exploitation to a culture of edification?

How do we shift from a culture of hate to a culture of love?

I am going to start….with my children.

I will teach my daughter:

Her beauty and her strength.  The gift that her vulnerable heart really is to the world. How incredibly valuable she is and how incredibly valuable each person is.

I will teach my son:

How to respect himself. How to respect and honor girls and never to objectify them. How to use his strength to fight for good.

I will teach my children:

That they are loved. To honor all life and all people. How to stand up and speak up when someone is being taken advantage of. To speak for those who have no voice. That we encourage those who are weak and never exploit them. To take responsibility for their actions. To take responsibility for the atmosphere they create everywhere they go. That all that is necessary for evil to continue is for good men and women to do nothing. That it is their calling in life to be a funnel of God’s love.  The only way to love people well is to love God first and let all that amazing love overflow out of you and onto everyone around you. That everything is about loving God and loving people.

The only way I will teach that to my children is by living it out in front of them everyday.

So I guess really….I’m starting with me.

That is a place to start.

 

Wisdom? August 28, 2011

A week or so ago I saw this quote on Bill Johnson’s facebook status and I have been marinating in it ever since:

 

“Fear often looks like wisdom to those in unbelief”

 

So often we think we are operating in wisdom when perhaps it is merely fear that drives us.  We fear because we don’t believe. We don’t believe God.

 

I think of decisions regarding finances that can often be motivated by the fear that God won’t provide or come through. We depend so highly on our own work and our own plan and our own “wisdom” because we don’t believe He will be enough.

 

I think of decisions I make in parenting and begin to see often what I am calling wisdom is really just fear. Fear that God is not good. I believe it is in my hands. I do not believe it is in His hands.

 

Sometimes the “wisdom” that others offer us could be them imposing their own fears upon us. Maybe stepping out in faith scares them and they want us to be just as “wise” (or fearful) as they are.

 

I’m not implying we be foolish with such things and chalk it up to “faith”. (So don’t go max out your credit card because you believe God will pay it off! :-) )But that perhaps we allow God to search the motives of our heart. Allow His wisdom to guide us. We may be surprised at what his wisdom tells us to do. Often it will look quite different than our own.

 

So how do we know if our wisdom is fear?

 

As I have been dwelling on this I see that there is no fear in love.

 

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear

1 John 4:18

 

If I am operating in love I cannot be operating in fear. So wisdom from love is truly wise.

 

To operate in love-wisdom requires oneness with the One who is love itself. The more we are united with the Spirit of God the more we become love and operate out of that love. The more we understand His love for us, the more we believe. Believe His goodness, His provision. We trust.

 

There have been times I have been told I am a wise woman. At the risk of sounding arrogant, I have sometimes thought I was. But as I have been thinking on this lately I wonder if sometimes what I really have been is fearful?

 

If we are afraid it is because we have not fully experienced his perfect, complete love. Because that perfect love drives the fear away.

 

Oh how I long to experience more fully and completely that love. I do not want to be driven by fear. I want to be consumed by love, driven by love and operate in a wisdom that is birthed of pure love.

 

Just some stuff I’ve been thinking on lately….

 

I love reading different translations…here are some words to ponder…

 

1 John 4:17-19

The Message (MSG)

To Love, to Be Loved

 

 17-18God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we’re free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ’s. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.

 19We, though, are going to love—love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first.

 

 

1 John 4:18-19

Amplified Bible (AMP)

18There is no fear in love [dread does not exist], but full-grown (complete, perfect) love [a]turns fear out of doors and expels every trace of terror! For fear [b]brings with it the thought of punishment, and [so] he who is afraid has not reached the full maturity of love [is not yet grown into love's complete perfection].

 

    19We love Him, because He first loved us.

 

counting the gifts April 5, 2011

Filed under: Gratitude,musings,Parenting — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 4:01 pm
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So I sort of fell of the blogging wagon lately. My life has been so full (of good things) that I haven’t taken the time to write in my gratitude journal or to blog as often as I was.  But it hasn’t stopped me from noticing the gifts.  The last couple days especially I have just wanted to squeeze my kids because I just can’t get enough of them. They are the cutest things ever and so very precious to me. They are growing so fast. I’ve really enjoyed  doing things with them lately. You will know how cute they are because one of these days I will conquer my photo challenges and start adding more photos to this blog…  but I can sometimes be an analog girl in a digital world so bear with me :-)

I really love keeping track of the gifts and blogging with others at A Holy Experience, it keeps me doing that regularly so I don’t want to stop doing it.  So even if I’m off a day and I skpped a week, here it is anyway:  If you are wondering what I’m talking about, it all started here, and here, and here if you want to read about it.

Here are 87 to 100 on my way to 1000:

  • Watching my children discover things in nature
  • Squeezing my children.
  • Family walks
  • Counting turtles
  • Running into friends at the park.
  • Thunderstorms
  • A friend I could literally talk with for 8 hours and neither of us would run out of things to say!
  • That God reveals himself more and more each day.
  • The way my children dance in worship through the house.
  • That my daughter said “all miracles are true from God”
  • Sharing meals, love and laughter with friends.
  • Tax returns!!!
  • Community events for my kids.
  • Wildflower Honey
  • Endless possibilities…..

 

Some days… the bird poops on your hammock March 4, 2011

Filed under: Gratitude,Life,musings — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 6:07 pm
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Some days… the bird poops on your hammock.

And some days your son slaps you in the face.

And your daughter slams her bedroom door in a tantrum.

And you forget to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer and they’ve been there for 8 hours and something smells fishy.

And those special garbage pail liners for the diaper pail run out and now you have nowhere to put all the stinky diapers. And boy do they stink!

And the check doesn’t come in.

And so the bill doesn’t get paid. Again.

And you behave impatiently and unkind and immature and judgmental.

And you walk and you fall down.

But you get up and keep on dancing!

And you know what? On that very same day:

You take your eyes off of the bird poop and onto the birds flying and singing.

And you feel the breeze blowing.

And your son kisses you for no reason.

And your daughter says “Mommy I love you bigger than the whole wide world!”

And your husband comes home after working hard and holds your hand.

And you feel very full, of life, love and gratitude to a God so full of love for you.

Wealthy in all the ways that matter most.

Even on the days when the bird poops on your hammock!

 

 
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