trafficking, shame, and freedom

Human trafficking is an issue that has come up recently in efforts to raise awareness - yes, even here in rural southeastern Pennsylvania.  A quick search of related websites indicates probably 27-30 million people under modern-day slavery, forced to work or be a child soldier or a prostitute often in a place where they don't speak the language.  It's an ugly issue, one nearly overwhelming with the myriad of stories of abuse and rape and shattered lives.  And yet it is one where I as a person in medicine have the possibility of playing an important role in recognizing victims.  Look beneath the surface, the presenters urge.  Look for the signs that might indicate a powerless person with no control over their employment, income, place to stay.  And the corollary:  Be willing to help.

It reminds me somewhat of child abuse.  Physicians are always obligated to report suspected child abuse, even if they are not sure.  The investigation is out of our hands, but the error must always be on the side of protecting a helpless victim.  This feels similar - the obligation to help, to know what resources are available - with the added complication that this is sometimes an adult, so how do I offer help in a recognizable form to someone used to betrayal?

Perhaps the most important step starts with the step illustrated by this Ten Shekel Shirt song, "Fragile:" http://tenshekelshirt.com/.  "It's Not Your Fault."  The people who came and spoke at my church about their work among former victims of trafficking told stories of seeing new life come when women began to find forgiveness for themselves.  Often their own way of seeing themselves kept them in captivity.  But they have found a way out of that crippling shame through Jesus, and it transforms their lives.

Shame is not limited to victims of human trafficking, however.  It is found as well in the physician addict who secretly shoots up opiates scavenged from the ER sharps box.  It is found in the young man with hallucinations who can't seem to escape the clamor of voices inside his head.  It is found in the survivor of domestic violence who goes back once again to the abuser, hoping against hope that this time will be different.  It is found in my own heart with my struggles and failures.

I read a book once that spoke of shame, saying, "Shame enters in and makes its crippling home deep within our hearts.  Shame is what makes us look away, so we avoid eye contact with strangers and friends…  We know we are not all that we long to be, all that God longs for us to be, but instead of coming up for grace-filled air and asking God what he thinks of us, shame keeps us pinned down and gasping, believing that we deserve to suffocate... Shame causes us to hide.  We are afraid of being truly seen, and so we hide our truest selves and offer only what we believe is wanted."

I think of that image often as I interact with the hurting people that cross my path, their regrets and disappointments combining nearly to suffocate them.  I think of it today, Ash Wednesday, as I think about the vast heart difference between shame and repentance (which is the season of preparation for Easter that Ash Wednesday initiates).  One leads to that crippling sense of suffocation; the other leads to walking head up and eyes on Him in freedom and life.  As the Anglican liturgy says, 

"Praise to you, O Christ, King of eternal glory.

The Lord is a great God, O that today you would listen to his voice.

Harden not your hearts." cf. Psalm 95.3, 8 

"Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.  Turn away from sin and be faithful to Christ," the priest reminds as he puts the black powder of the ashes of last year's Palm Sunday fronds on our foreheads.  It is a reminder of our fragility and our mortality, a truth I see daily in my work.  But more, it is a reminder that out of death we, like all in slavery - physical or spiritual, are called to life, out of binding shame to joy overflowing, out of sin through repentance to holiness and wholeness.  Harden not your hearts...