“You may choose to look the other way, but you may never again choose to say you didn’t know.” —William Wilberforce
Confession: I used to tell my husband if I wasn’t married and a mother, I’d be a spy. Maybe it was the draw of glittery dresses, fast cars, or one too many, late night viewings of TheBorne Identity, but top-secret adventure seemed alluring. However, you know how accurately Hollywood depicts life, right? Envision me shaking my fist at the sky over the loss of sassy, red dresses and romantic far away places.
The truth is undercover work is a dirty, gritty, and lonely job. I know this because I gobble up accounts put out by The Exodus Road, an organization developed to empower those trapped in sexual slavery.
So, what can you do to assist those working for The Exodus Road?
Encourage them with your words.
From now until January 5th, The Exodus Road is collecting letters of support for the investigators who work tirelessly at a virtually thankless job. These investigators are the people who collect evidence in extremely dark places and who experience consistent discouragement and dispare.
Should you want to thank an investigator mail your letter to the following address:
The Exodus Road PO Box 7591 Woodland Park, Colorado 80863
Word lover. Book devourer. Music addict. Amy is a Northern girl who found herself living in the South. She drinks sweet tea, turns her nose up at okra, and attempts to tell her daughters “yella” isn’t a color.