Slavery.
A modern-day evil.
Why does it exist? How can people stand to let it survive?
I felt like God had given me a passion to fight slavery. But then, when I felt like He told me it couldn't be ended, I slowly gave up in a sense I suppose. I got too busy to worry about it. I lost the passion I once had to fight it.
My friend said something like- Since you think it will never end, does that mean you are just going to give up and not fight it at all? (Something around those lines)
Okay, they were right. Maybe that's what's been up with me. Maybe I gave up because I couldn't fight it to its death. But that's wrong of me....
