In my missions experience it has become clear that change is a familiar friend. And it is change that has acquainted me with many crossroads and their implications. But I’ve found that my path is not marked by whether my steps are right or wrong. But rather, what I carry in those steps is what holds significance. With that said, I have good news to share with all of you that springs from yet another crossroads in which what I carry is the name of Jesus and that alone has made all the difference.
As you may know, I have been working for Adventures in Missions for the past four months in preparation to move to India with them. My team and I signed on to plant a new base for them in Mumbai which would serve to fight sex trafficking by forming partnerships with people who are already at work in the red light districts. Since Adventures in Missions has been transitioning into long-term ministry (verses their expertise in short-term), my team and I have been in the middle of many shifts. As soon as we would progress in raising funds, setting a launch date, and solidifying partnerships, changes would quickly nullify our progress. Throughout these shifts, our hearts have remained the same and our ambition for being change agents against slavery stands more sure. With that said, It has recently become clear to me that the direction in which AIM wishes to go in India simply does not match the vision I have been given to hold. After many conversations and much prayer, I have decided not to continue on staff with Adventures in Missions into this next season.
Being faithful to all who are on this journey with me and providing you confidence in this process is of paramount importance to me. This decision was not made lightly and was founded on my consideration for what is better for my support system and what is the very best for India. This decision has changed my route to India, but has had no effect on my urgency to deliver a message of life to the brothels of India.
On your end, not much changes. Adventures in Missions is still hosting my support checks and when the time comes, all gifts will be transferred to the proper place and will of course go towards the very thing that led hearts to give. Everything stands the same besides the name that I will be underneath. For the time being I will continue to use this blog until I make an official switch. My focus is to give you clear updates on my progress and I am thankful for those of you who have dedicated yourselves to my journey and not just my destination!
For me, my day to day is looking quite different. I have been doing a training curriculum through Wellspring Living; an organization in Atlanta that brings women and children out of sexual trauma and abuse and into one of their restoration homes. I am also a part of an Indian church where I have access to some language training and relationship with people who know India well. My team and I are no longer in the AIM office, but we have hit the ground running in pursuit of being planted with a trustworthy ministry who shares our same goal for India and who will be faithful stewards of our time and support systems. We have been in some pretty exciting meetings all week with organizations who have wanted to partner with us for months now. It’s been so rewarding to be welcomed by people who share our same vision and who are excited to have us in India with them! We still hope to be in India by May to start setting up, so everything is starting to progress rather quickly. There is no better place for me to train for what is next and I will keep you posted on any movement!
As I pursue my dreams in India, I’ve learned that there is no such thing as unopposed progress. Whatever is good and just will always encounter hostility. This offense is what produces and sustains the commercial sex industry’s horror. The reality of women, men, and children being held captive to a vicious cycle of poverty, exploitation, violence, and oppression is what keeps me up at night. Waiting at their door is one who is unparalleled in power and love. This is the force that I have always been a part of and will continue to follow. Jesus has been and always will be the healer of the broken; nothing has changed.
If you want to be a part of eradicating human trafficking, you will have to really want to do something about it. Otherwise, it’s too easy to ignore and too quickly forgotten. By connecting with these resources, you will find yourself with a choice: ignore or act. I advise that you act. If you ignore the biggest problem of slavery that’s happening right now on your watch, you will always be known as part of the masses that did nothing. I challenge you to step out of the shadows and stand boldly in the face of injustice to bring about change. You can do so by interacting with the resources I’ve put together below. There are many more anti-trafficking resources out there, so these are only a starting few. I hope that what you watch/ read/ buy will connect you to the people who are victims of the modern-day slave trade. I hope that numbers will become lives and stories to you as the problem becomes personal. I hope that you will educate and equip yourself to take on this fight. I hope that you will earnestly seek ways to be involved. And I hope that you will choose what is right instead of what is easy.
And as a side note: thank you for reading this blog and supporting what my team and I are doing to fight sex trafficking in the brothels of India. By reading this and connecting yourself to me, you have taken the first step!
I want to be in India again. I am ready for the obscure head bobble, coming across a new repulsive smell every two feet, and even the eerie presence of men. I am ready to play with child beggars and touch lepers being wheeled down the streets. I can handle five smelly armpits in my face on the bus and I’m even willing to go back to using a squatty potty. I’m prepared for sweltering heat and horrifying rickshaw rides. I’m even eager to wear the same thing everyday, though all I have is severely molded. These are comforts I consider glamorous because I’m ready for India, but I don’t think I’ve prepared myself for the red light districts.
I’ve seen the sexual slavery. I know the look on a woman’s face, waiting for a customer’s pay but hoping that he won’t come. I saw them lingering, 2 p.m. in wait of customers. I know their children, dropped off in an attic to escape the abuse and losing hope by the minute. All the information was too hard to manage, so I’ve turned my face away for too long. I no longer have the luxury to ignore it and I’m glad. I’m walking straight into the middle of injustice knowing that it successfully works to ensnare millions; because it’s smart. A business can sell one product, one time and reap one benefit. Or a business can own one girl, sell her up to 20 times a day for years and reap into the millions. It is good business. It is sophisticated. It is now the fastest growing business in the world.
This corruption is daunting. But one cannot know great evil without knowing that goodness is quicker, sharper, and a more advanced force. Yes, there is great evil, but it’s being overcome by good. A man who was once responsible for deceiving girls into the trade now has a refuge for women who have been rescued. His words were, “Jesus will set the captives free.” A madam in Mumbai shut down her area of the red light district because she heard one story about the person of Jesus. There are stories like this around every corner. You see, the work belongs to the Lord and one thing has always remained clear to me: God is boundless in His mission to set the captives free. I have joined this pursuit and anxiously await victories like these.
Typically when one is approached with such information, they are prompted to give money, feel guilty about their lives, pity the poor, or become overwhelmed by injustice. That’s what I always thought until I spent time with the poor. And through knowing them, I wasn’t inspired for philanthropic work, humanitarian efforts, guilt-driven giving, or a sense of responsibility for injustice. Instead, in recognition of poverty I came to know that Jesus is God and life could never be the same.
How this conclusion was reached I have no clue, but I’m positive that I never made myself this way. I have never wanted to make myself noble or passionate. I’ve never readjusted my morals to become a better person. I have not in any way tried to feel guilty enough about poverty to do something about it. Any good thing I have—any righteousness, every gift, and all my love for India—was only given.
I’m not going because I pity the poor. I’m not going because life is sad for some people and I could make it happier. I’m not going because I want adventure or experience. I’m going because God is alive and that is the stirring I’ve chosen to join because its success is unparalleled. I will boast in the Lord.
One of my teammates wrote about our first gift in our project support account. This story is so precious to us as a team and i hope you enjoy it too!
I first met her back in June. We shared coffee and she shared her story with me. Her story is one of redemption, of God breaking into the darkness that had held her captive for many years and bringing restoration and healing through His love. Her story is of a future – a future in which she is dedicating her time and her energy to helping others find the same redemption that she has found. She lives in my state, yet she has witnessed more of the darkness in this world than many can begin to imagine. She is a survivor, and yet she is doing so much more than surviving: she thrives on the passion that the Lord has planted in her heart to serve Him. She willingly offers her life as a sacrifice for His service on a daily basis, and I am humbled by her humility and her heart for others.
She recently came up to Gainesville with a group of ladies from my church to do a little Christmas shopping at Rahab’s Rope. As we walked around the store and looked at the pictures of the beautiful faces of the women from Goa and Bangalore, she found herself overwhelmed again at all that the Lord has done in her life, and the plight that other women caught in the terror of human trafficking continue to struggle against on a daily basis. She came over to me with tears in her eyes and handed me two $5 bills. She said, “I can’t give online because I cut up all of my credit cards to help me get my credit back in order, but I want you to have this to plant toward your ministry.” I assured her that she didn’t have to give unless she really wanted to, and she said, “I really, really want to. You can go, I can’t. So please take this and use it to start what you are doing.” I hugged her and we both cried for several minutes. It was such a beautiful picture of humility and sacrificial giving. She was willing to bless our ministry because we can go. We get to be the hands and feet of Christ to the nations. We get to be the troops on the ground in the midst of the spiritual battle that is going on for the hearts and souls of thousands of women and children in the red light districts. And it is because of hearts like this beautiful woman, willing to give sacrificially in order to empower us to go and to serve. This is the foundation that we are building on – the selfless gift of a survivor. It may not seem like a lot to build on, but to us that ten dollars is the strongest foundation we could have ever asked for. We are praising the Lord for His faithfulness to provide for us, and we share this story with you to honor a woman willing to step out in faith through her giving.
Our stories have brought us here offering our gifts; strengths and weaknesses alike. All that has been a part of us, every story, relationship, each crumb of knowledge, and any moment of encountering God has brought us here. Each of us now take new steps on the same path, offering our threads that are beginning to intersect, eventually weaving into something new and beautiful. We can no longer look out only for ourselves. We are a unit. A single entity, sculpted into one form using many clays. Though made up of separate parts, we are now incorporated together. Storms of tasks and ideas hit us abruptly, these two days we have found ourselves swimming in decision-making, brainstorming, new responsibilities, and discovering our collective dynamics. Much is happening and surely much is to come. After five months of vague ideas, educated guesses, and hidden hopes, things are finally coming into the light and we are laboriously seeking for the vision to come to life in a sustainable ministry for India. Though my mind holds no charts for these new waters, I am confident in one thing: the message I have been given. This summer I sought a direction, a message for the people of India. I wanted God to custom make me into his mouthpiece for India. Faithfulness delivered a message tailored for the poor and I will run with it to the nations, proclaiming it repetitively because I believe it’s too important to be vaguely active. Out of this message arrived the desire to make something tangible and effective for communicating it to all who were interested in what I am about. I visualized how this would look in the form of a video and commissioned a good friend (credit to Josh McQuire) to let me boss him around for extensive hours in order to gather my thoughts. I am hardly creative and hold no previous experience in any form of media, so this has sprung up from a singular desire, unmatched by skill. I hope that by watching this you will be faced with the truth of who India is as well as what God has exclusively promised for the poor. The goal is not to provoke guilt, but prayer and awareness for reality as well as the right perspective and response towards poverty and injustice.
Enjoy:
If you were to ask me what I’ve been up to my answer would stand the same, time and time again: fundraising. This full-time job has swallowed my past few months of life. And through each moment, I’ve been looking for what it is that puts the fun in fundraising…so far there’s no sign of it. It has been one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever had to do. Being put in a position where I’m convinced that my prayers, my ability to work hard, and my boldness in making my needs public will determine how rapidly I supply my own needs, as they remain remarkably daunting. Writing letters, emails, blogs, keeping up with lists, and trying to convince people to sit still long enough to hear my story has sucked every inch of energy out of me. I surely enjoy being able to share my stories about India and the vision for what is to come, but this process can easily pose as a business. Therefore, I’ve terminated my ability to exist in trust because proactivity has become responsibility. Ownership over my fundraising and responsibility over my to-do list is afflicting, as if checking every box will leave me fully funded and at peace. I’ve always been taught the importance of being responsible, so that one day I would fully develop the ability to take care of myself and independently provide financial security. And as I move into a newness of life where I am required to have all my ducks in a row—lest I suffer the consequences—I am dumbfounded by something uncomfortably true.
DO NOT BE ANXIOUS ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WHAT YOU WILL EAT OR WHAT YOU WILL DRINK, NOR ABOUT YOUR BODY, WHAT YOU WILL PUT ON… THEREFORE, DO NOT BE ANXIOUS, SAYING, “WHAT SHALL WE EAT?” OR “WHAT SHALL WE DRINK?” OR “WHAT SHALL WE WEAR?”…
THEREFORE DO NOT BE ANXIOUS ABOUT TOMORROW, FOR TOMORROW WILL BE ANXIOUS FOR ITSELF.
I can do nothing to provide for myself. I am 100% unable to care for myself simply because it is not my function.
Nowhere in scripture does Jesus promote working for anything at all, nor does he encourage individuals to provide for themselves, this responsibility is distinctly and uniquely the role of God and we would be dangerously misfigured to take any matter of provision into our own hands.
AND MY GOD WILL SUPPLY EVERY NEED OF YOURS ACCORDING TO HIS RICHES IN GLORY IN CHRIST JESUS.
It is not my appointment to take care of myself, to provide for myself, or to convince people to support me. It is not my job to work towards bringing myself security, or even to make myself humble or wise or any other good thing. It is deadly to fool ourselves into thinking that we can work for anything or that any good thing we have has not been given only. All care-giving and provision has been ascribed to the Lord alone, to think otherwise would be dangerously awry.
Responsibility is a plague; it’s a slap in the face to a God who possesses all control and supremacy.
Our calling is found in abandoning ownership of our circumstantial needs and taking initiative to cultivate change in our spiritual neediness. Laziness is surely not the remedy and tactfulness is not to be yielded. Instead, come underneath the power in God’s faithfulness, that He may proclaim Himself by taking care of His children just as He promises.
The plague of responsibility eats away at every scrap of trust and stands in obvious opposition to what is right and true. Beware of ownership over your circumstantial needs, for you will always fail to satisfy any one of them.
The following words hold something who’s implications I hope will never leave me. I’ve prayed that as you read this, you will be a recipient of a newfound sense of Jesus’ deep love for people and his excruciating faithfulness to the brokenhearted. I hope you will see the hope Jesus has become for the sex slaves, but I also hope you will see his painful endurance through hardship become the restorative power he also has for you. Read carefully, as I have written carefully something that has become one of the most beautiful parts of my savior’s sacrifice.
Jesus was trafficked. The king over all we are and what we will be, ruling supreme over every force and energy; the giver of breath who permits hair to stay on our heads. This king, this ruler was sold as merchandise for pocket change. And so the king became not just a servant of the world, but a slave to those who bound him. “And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of him on whom a price had been set by some of the sons of Israel.”
Sold for cash by his family Israel, he was robbed of the right to his own body. “And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him… And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the robe and put his own clothes on him”.
I didn’t know. I’ve read these words before, trying to understand what happened that day, but I never knew what lengths Jesus went to in order to set the slave free. He enslaved himself in order to show that freedom is entirely possible. For the sake of sexual slaves, Jesus was trafficked. He endured this with modern-day prostitutes in mind, determined to bear with them in their daily agony, being the only one strong enough to break their chains. You see, Jesus was and is the King; the one who placed himself on earth in hopes that you too may be exalted with him in heaven.
So to the girl whose parents couldn’t afford to keep her so they sold her for some change and she is now the property of her madam or pimp. This is for the one who is repeatedly robbed of her innocence and no longer possesses control over her own body. To the one who sits in darkness and numbness to the world because feeling something would be too painful. This is to the child who is left only to her thoughts, the only remains they cannot steal or sell. The community mocks her and puts her to shame; she cannot show her face. Living has become death to her. Jesus is the only one for her. He is her only way out, the only one who can both understand and loose her bonds. He knows the depths of her pain and has done something to heal her wounds. This is the gospel: That Jesus became a captive and died as a captive, but was ressurected as a King. This is why and how the captive is set free.
The following story is from a girl who’s team worked with the same girls I was with last summer. I found that her friendship with one of the women may provide you with a glimpse of what many Indian women face. Note: This type of story is not uncommon.
I wish that I could explain in more than just words how beautiful she is.
I wish that I could scream to her just how much she is loved.
She is worthy, she is WORTH it.
That all her troubles, all of her hardships, all of the issues and problems that never seem to go away are only shaping her to who she is meant to be, and that her life has VALUE.I wish that I could tell her that even though her dad abandoned her, and her mom died, that she is worthy of a family, of a people, that love her.
I pray that she knows just how wide, how deep and how GOOD His love really is. That she can pray all she wants, everyday, in pure dedication, begging to the gods that it wasn't her mom's time to go, that if her mom is not here with her that her life is not worth living. But in the end, all the prayers, blessings, and yearning are nothing but pure air.I want her to know. I want her to know a love that is bigger and better than air, better than life, better than anything that can be described, understood, or even fathomed.
Her name is four beautiful letters. She has a HUGE personality! I mean this girl can put on a show. She is always the loudest, always ready to make a comment. She is outspoken, stubborn, joyful, relational, giving, loyal, a friend, and more than I could ask for. She and I are similar, very similar, (and no, this story won't end with me describing me).
But her story breaks my heart. She has captivated a piece of my heart. She intrigues me, because every time that we sent down to talk, she is intentional. She lets a little bit more of who she is, and part of her story into my life.
So day two of working with these girls, she taught me an Indian dance. This is not exactly a traditional dance, this is like a "I am a 19 year old girl in a Bollywood film" kind of dance. We were laughing and joking around and we were constantly laughing at each other. From this point on, we have been inseparable. This girl has a big attitude, but a lot of love to give. This is what makes her so special to me. She is a fighter, a girl with a dream, a vision. This girl has heart. There are few things that can stand in her way. She has her mind set. She, to me, just keeps going.
About 10 years ago her mom died. Her dad got re-married to another woman and left her alone. Her stepmom didn't want to take care of her, and since she was an only child, it was easier for her dad to just pick up and leave. Since this day, they have not seen each other, or even talked.
She was rejected. Left alone. So she moved in with her auntie and uncle. She has her own room. She is literally on her own. Cooks, cleans, works, everything she must do and provide for herself. She calls herself a burden.
She works at this place called the Soda Shop (which is well known in the area). Works twice a day, except Monday is her holiday. So as she begins to tell me all these things, it seems as though there is something more. Something that she is leaving out.
She walked into stitching class one day and something was off. Something wasn't right. I knew it from the moment that she walked in. Our normal greeting is me yelling her name and her running over to me with a huge smile on her face and she shakes my hand (I always go for the hug, but that never happens in India, so we are working on it). Then we sit next to each other in the circle and instantly start talking about anything of interest that day.
But this day was different. This day she was quiet. She walked in blank stare, sat down, and for a good 10 minutes she said nothing. Nothing. So I walked over to her and sat behind her. I began to ask her about her day and she ignored me. When I finally got a word out of her, she said, "I'm fine teacher, I don't want to talk." So I just sat there in confusion. I began to pray and just ask the Holy Spirit. I asked because I didn't know what else to do.
She began speaking really quickly in Hindi to the stitching teacher, and I kept going back and forth trying to pick up anything that I could in facial expressions to understand the conversation. All I got was that something was terribly wrong. The wind blew from outside and all the sudden the smell of kerosene took over.
That was it. Kerosene.
Kerosene is a big thing here when people try to commit suicide. Suicide, especially in girls here, is incredibly high. At least the attempt. Girls here are viewed as worthless, a burden. Nothing more than a money sucker to the family. Dowry, school, food, clothes, etc. Especially to the lower class.
So the teacher began to tell me what was wrong. I sat right next to her, holding her hand.
That morning she had covered herself in 7 liters of kerosene in attempt to burn herself. That morning her auntie and uncle were fighting more than normal. So she asked why it was so bad today, and they looked at her and said the reason that they were fighting, the reason that they even started fighting from the beginning was because of her. She had become a burden. They didn't ask for her. They just ended up with her, and now she is becoming a problem in their family. They just think it would be better if she wasn't here.
The teacher then explained that her neighbor has smelled the kerosene and ran in to see what was wrong. She found her standing in her room searching for a match. The neighbor took buckets of water and made her completely wash it off. She then just went on about her day.
So we pulled her aside, and began to just ask some more questions and just speak truth to her, allowing the Holy Spirit to connect us with her. She just looked right at me and said, "It would just be better if I wasn't here. I pray all the time to the gods, even your God, asking them why they took my mom away. I don't want to be here without her. It would be better if I wasn't here, because I want to be with her. They never answer. Everyday I go and ask the same questions, and they never answer. Nothing."
This story is real, this woman is not a statistic meant to drown you in guilt about your own life and pity for the lives of others. And she matters just as you matter; to others, to God. The hopelessness that was seen in her is the very same bond that ties down the lives of most Indians. She cannot set herself free, that is obvious. I hope that by reading this, you did not gain new knowledge about the world just to stick the fun facts in your back pocket. I hope you pray for her; pray for India. Specifically, pray that Jesus would become real to these people, exalting them in heaven and casting shame out of their lives.
Many of you are reading this for the very first time and I must say I am overjoyed that you’ve expressed an interest in my calling and have taken the time to seek more information. And it is information that I hope to bring you as you pray and give. Firstly, the most effective way of keeping up with my journey is to receive email updates each time I blog. I promise, you will not receive an obnoxious amount of updates, as I plan to blog only once every week or two. You can subscribe for updates by entering your email address in the box directly under my picture on the left side of this page. These updates will be comprised of blogs I have written, pictures, videos, and other documents I have found beneficial to my daily pursuit of God as well as His pursuit of the people of India. Secondly, if you have found this page in order to give financially, there is really simple process to go through in order to make a contribution. Click on “support me” which is located on the left side of this page. From there, you will be guided through a few steps. I am looking for both monthly supporters and one-time gifts. However, I hope that you will give me the opportunity to talk with you more about India and what ministry could look like there before you give. It would involve you more deeply in what will actually be going on and I would love for you to get to know the people of India better. Please email me at rachaeljhayes@gmail.comand we can set up a time to chat more about this. I’m sincerely excited to see how each of you will become a part of this, so please don’t hesitate to contact me for any reason.
If you want to be a part of eradicating human trafficking, you will have to really want to do something about it. Otherwise, it’s too easy to ignore and too quickly forgotten. By connecting with these resources, you will find yourself with a choice: ignore or act. I advise that you act. If you ignore the biggest problem of slavery that’s happening right now on your watch, you will always be known as part of the masses that did nothing. I challenge you to step out of the shadows and stand boldly in the face of injustice to bring about change. You can do so by interacting with the resources I’ve put together below. There are many more anti-trafficking resources out there, so these are only a starting few. I hope that what you watch/ read/ buy will connect you to the people who are victims of the modern-day slave trade. I hope that numbers will become lives and stories to you as the problem becomes personal. I hope that you will educate and equip yourself to take on this fight. I hope that you will earnestly seek ways to be involved. And I hope that you will choose what is right instead of what is easy. 
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