July 4, 2020 | From Lorene Masters
Up until a year and a half ago, I knew nothing about sex trafficking. Like many of us, I was completely unaware that it’s the fastest growing criminal activity in the world, generating roughly $150 billion a year for traffickers, $99 billion of which comes from commercial sexual exploitation. Globally, an estimated 71% of enslaved people are women and girls. In 2018, over half (51.6%) of the criminal human trafficking cases active in the U.S. were sex trafficking cases involving only children. It’s estimated that internationally there are between 20 million and 40 million people in modern slavery today with only .04% identified. (dosomething.org)
Does God see the suffering? Does He care? He most certainly does and he wants His people to care too. He is urgently calling intercessors to answer the call of His heart and intercede until the captives are set free.
In the fall of 2018, I was enlightened about sex trafficking when God called me to a 40 day fast after I met sex trafficked survivor Kelly Patterson, (author of From Trafficked to Treasured- Treasured Lives on FB). During the fast God took me on a journey into the spirit realm where he revealed his heart to me in regards to women trapped in sex trafficking. The visions were vivid, and real and at times, disturbing.
As God instructed me, I wrote it all down and recently published my journey in the book When Roses Fall. The main characters are Rose (based on Kelly), Jesus and John (The Revelator) and me as Irena. Rose is threefold. She is an individual—representative of all sex trafficked victims. She is allegorical, symbolizing the call to intercede. And finally, Rose is the Call itself and the fulfillment of it.
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I abruptly look up. It’s Him—the Man of Love. My Jesus stands before us, bleeding from fresh wounds on His side and face. His blood trickles down his body, forming a puddle on the floor. It flows past me, a river of crimson red. Clearly seen is a mysterious substance not found in the ordinary blood of man. There are no words on earth to describe this substance. But I am certain it contains everything that the souls of man hunger for.
John groans. Softly at first then louder with great tears wracking his strong body.
He knows what’s in the blood of Jesus. Love. Love beyond this world. Healing beyond the knowledge of man. Hope that will never run dry. Blissful eternity in a new world yet to come.
“Yes, my Lord? I’m here.”
“Can you tell them for Me?”
“Tell who? And what do you want me to say?”
“Tell all the rescued women who questioned where I was, that I love them. Tell them I understand what they’re going through. I know the deepest pain they carry within their hearts.”
He pauses, and lifting calloused hands to his face, wipes fresh tears and sweat away. Then, with hands reached out to me, He continues.
“Tell them they do not walk alone. For I too have walked the dark and lonely path of unbearable sorrow. I weep with them when they feel that they cry alone. I lovingly embrace them when they feel forsaken by all others. My hand reaches out to them in love, whispering “Trust Me.”
As my Jesus speaks, I quickly write in my notebook.
“Oh, my dear Irena! They’re alone in their sorrow. It presses on their chests like a ton of bricks. They hate Me for what they think I’ve done to them. Man’s heart is beyond evil. The evil one has corrupted it. But I can cleanse the blackest, most broken heart and make it new again. I knock at the door of all hearts, waiting to be invited in.”
“I heal and restore. Never will I stop loving my little girls. Speak to them of My love. Tell them what I’ve done on the cross. Show them My resurrection power. Pray for them. Ask others to pray. And do not give up. Never give up on them.”
This group of people that Jesus is calling to intercede aren’t famous. They’re ordinary farmers who answered the call to pray while working in lonely fields. They’re teachers and retail workers, nurses and gas station attendants, married and single—all concerned at the number of young girls going missing. Some intercessors attended college when they got the call to pray. Others are mothers and fathers who know what it’s like to lose a child. Many police officers are present, longing to help, aware their badge alone cannot push back the demons of Hell, but prayer can.
They have one thing in common—they heard and answered the voice of the Lord—seeking His heart and willingly sacrificing the time to intercede in the power of the Holy Spirit for all sex trafficked victims. Unknown on earth, their names are spoken often in heaven as they pray God’s children home.
Excerpt from When Roses Fall by Lorene Masters available at all major book outlets.
Contact the National Human Trafficking Hotline to connect with services and support for human trafficking survivors, or to report a tip: call 1-888-373-7888, text 233733, or chat online.
Lorene Masters is an awards winning poet and author of five books. She’s a pastor, an actress and a 30-year radio personality. Lorenemasters.com and Lorene Masters and When Roses Fall on Facebook.