The Freedom Journal



December 21st, 2015
How Her Real Scars Were Healed

The entire length of Lydia’s* back was scarred with the words “Property of XXXX.” It was the name of her pimp—her trafficker. But it wasn’t just a “tattoo.” As this permanent ink was violently, forcibly embedded into her skin something even more painful and devastating was being communicated to her by her trafficker: “You belong to me.” Lydia was being stripped of her identity, her dignity, her autonomy. And it...

November 13th, 2015
How this car is a promise fulfilled

“When Exodus Cry told me about the car it literally felt like someone punched a hole in the wall to let light into my life.” —Skye Most people have never been locked up in a cage, but Skye* has been—not just in the figurative kind, but also in the literal kind. For years Skye was sexually exploited and transported between many locks and keys. Though her days of captivity are...

June 23rd, 2015
Christina Rangel: Transformed in a Moment

“It was like Jesus tapped on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, ‘They don’t think anyone is coming for them.’ The ‘yes’ in my spirit was louder than anything that I could yell. I was all in.” Christina Rangel’s story is marked with both tragedy and beauty, and her life stands as an awe-inspiring example of the transformation so many long for. Her miraculous journey out of sexual exploitation...

June 2nd, 2015
Gabriella’s Story: Breakthrough by Prayer

In 2013 our Intervention team at Exodus Cry pioneered a new model of outreach, texting girls from online ads on websites where girls are sold for sex. According to this model, if a girl is open to meeting with us we take her out for lunch in a public setting. From there, relationship begins and we come alongside them, offering support and empowering them to escape exploitation and reach for...

February 10th, 2015
Psalm Sixty-Nine

There is an “I” in the drowning. Not able to stand; yet something is speaking. Weary and failing eyes still see And wait for God To save them from the water To save them from their drowning. The shadow of hate cannot fall on love. The strength of bad days still leaves the glimmer of hope. Though they make you work for what you do not owe In your soul...

November 1st, 2013
Shame is Not Wisdom

You told the sea where it could not cross; I tell my heart where others must stop. You place the animals in their rightful home; I walked with a feeling that I do not belong. You wrap Yourself in glorious light; I wrapped myself in conclusions, drawn from sight. Let me see again what righteousness is, Show me that shame is not wisdom, For it has felt like my only...

October 11th, 2013
Every Knee Shall Bow. Every Tongue Shall Confess.

I know my knee will bow One day my tongue will let it all out Here, there are not enough words to say All that I feel about the way My knee will bow and my tongue will say I am not a slave Your love was not man-made Your heart is for me Small me—a person gone unseen Until the King showed her how to bow With a heart...

August 18th, 2013
The Cross

Jesus where else can I go When You and I have chosen for me this narrow road? It’s the path less traveled filled with sticks & stones I walk to my Maker & climb up on the cross. Where else could I turn but to Your loving eye As you grab my hand while they pierce my side? My Jesus like You, I too will be crucified. Cross to cross,...

June 28th, 2013
The Spirit of Adoption

In one breath she said, “Here is God“ and He replied, “I am yours.“ 
This started the history of a family begun--between an orphaned girl and a Son. Joined together in that breath, she did not know where it lead. Many times He mentioned a mansion filled with children. He spoke of a Father who was His and could belong to others. She wanted this affection, to belong to this...

February 19th, 2013
A City in Disguise

Maybe when it started, maybe when it began, it was the intent and invention of men, but now here lies a city in disguise. A city who knows not its own ways, who is in need of truth to begin again for better days. Full of the fatherless, drunk with the reputation of drunkenness, it opens wide its streets in this vulnerable state. Rich culture means nothing when it is...