The Whistleblower

The story of Kathryn Bolkovac. A film made on her experience in Bosnia where several peace-keeping officials on a mission as part of the United Nations were forced to resign, but not prosecuted, after being connected to human-trafficking and child prostitution. 

2.5 million people are reported to still being trafficked. Apparently these rates are higher in places of post-conflict, such as, Iran and Afghanistan.

The movie is disturbing, harrowing. I can't shake it and I'm not sure I even want to. 

Kathryn describes herself as a whistle-blower, the title is perfect. Meaning that while she cares for human rights, her mission was to enlighten the world of an issue. To get us to see what was, and still is, going on.

I went to the Bible, finally today, after a long day of self-pity and confusion. It's no use wallowing, something a smart grandma of mine said once when I was in the third grade. I couldn't find a second shoe and as I sat down to cry about it, I heard her swift voice from around the corner. It might as well have been God's. "Well crying isn't going to help us find your shoe any faster." I heard the reason, there was no denying how right she was. So, why as a 25 year old mother do I still find myself face down and weeping? Old habits die hard, again and again and again.

After I pulled myself somewhat together, I headed for the park to clear my mind. I knew doing something would help and, as always, I had a trusty golden retriever to keep me company, and busy! This time it was my sister's pup and even though he is better on the leash than my dog, his people skills are lacking. He barked at every one who passed by and informed me that he didn't think very highly of an old man carrying a golf club. Even though I don't condone growling, I could hardly blame this protective puppy. I caught a glimpse of my pregnant belly and sided with my dog. Sorry old man, but I wouldn't go swinging your golf club around any more dogs.

Anyway, once I got home and showered, etc. I FINALLY, finally, acknowledged my desire, my need, to open the Bible. I turned right to Ezekiel, the part about God wanting to destroy Jerusalem because of its total demise (Chapter 7). Kind of a grimy topic, but when I think about it now, how far have we really come as a people?

I fell upon this line, verse 26, and could see a resemblance,

"They will go searching for a vision from a prophet,

priestly instruction in the law will cease,

the counsel of the elders will come to an end."

I won't argue that it is daunting, but how much more so that we have reasons, such as the accounts of human-trafficking, that if God did come down again, to see His wrath poured out and the innocent lives defended, not to be surprised?

I won't leave you hopeless though. In Chapter 9, verse 4 God called to a man to protect those who mourned over the detestable things being done in Jerusalem. Those who grieved would be saved. Those who still had souls enough to realize that life was going horribly wrong. Maybe sitting down and acknowledging a deep pain isn't the worst thing we can do. Maybe it allows for God to intervene and get rid of the wicked. Then again, he called on Ezekiel to spread the word. I guess I have a reason for doing both this time.