Before we talk resurrection, let’s talk tombs.
Somewhere in the city, a woman (or teen, or child) is being raped. She’s being held against her will, and even if she could leave, wouldn’t. Her pimp is also her supplier. Drug addiction has a perverse way of making someone loyal.
David CookWhere does she live? God knows. Under a bridge. In some window-blacked home that could be as much suburbia as rural. Trafficked in a car from town to town, motel to hotel, in chains either literal or figurative or both.
Why does it happen? Because a community of brokenness makes it possible. Because men dehumanize and porno-objectify women. (Compared to prostitutes, how many pimps and johns were arrested in Hamilton County in 2014?) Because of backpage.com. Because evil still prowls, as St. Paul said, like a lion. So does poverty.
In every corner of the world, women’s bodies act as storehouses for immense cruelty and sexual violence. That woman being abused here? She has sisters all over the globe.