Friday, February 17, 2017


And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. Ephesians 6:18 (NIV)

While riding in a Gray Line bus from the airport to a Christian Conference in an unfamiliar city, I spied a boy of about 10 years old. He was sitting behind a barrier, on a cement block, holding a crumpled sign, and facing the on-coming cars. He was not holding a cup for money. I hated to think what he was selling.

As I looked down from the bus that was full of happy people, I saw him looking up at us. He looked scared and cold. It was dinner time, rush hour, and on a school night. Where was his family? He may not have known where he was. I believe he was a victim of human trafficking that is rampant in our country.

Immediately, I tried to think of a way to help him. I was not familiar with the intersection at which our bus was waiting for the red light to turn green, so we could be on our merry way. Here we were sitting high on the warm bus, and he was sitting far below looking up at all the joyful people. He looked very lonely, sad, and desperate.

I started to talk with God and ask how I could help. Prayer was the answer. Since then, I have been praying for this lonely guy, that he would be rescued from the darkness and evil he must be experiencing and brought into the light of Jesus Christ.

Would you join me and pray for all the children that are being trafficked in the world for evil purposes?

Dear Lord, help us to seek your answers in prayer for others.

© 2017 Mary Burkey

1 comment:

Evelyn R. said...

Hello sweet Mary. I love your devotion. It reminds me of a poem I wrote called "Baltimore's Child." Let me know if you'd like a copy. It's so sad to see young children walking the streets alone. Sometimes they act smart-alecky or a know-it-all.
Just know it is a facade to cover up their true feelings of being wanted by someone, to be loved. They tend to push people away because they don't want to be pitied or for someone to feel sorry for them. While I was growing up in Baltimore city I saw many of them walking the streets. It was then that I felt blessed to have a home and a loving mother. She taught me to be ever vigilante while walking home from school and to steer clear of anyone wanting to "see" what I was carrying. I know that God was with me then and still is here for me. All I have to do is ask in Jesus' name and He hears me.