somebody's daughter, somebody's son

hello my dear-friends-from-afar, this is the longest time i have had between posts without trying to take a break since i started the carnival.  because this gap was unintentional, it has felt a little weird. but it has also been a good reminder that i am glad i have stayed dedicated to only writing when i actually have something to say instead of trying to make things up.  and trust me, the last few weeks have been one big speechless blur.  but i’m starting to come out of the fog, yeah!

i did want to share this piece that i shared at this past saturday evening’s refuge gathering.  every so often we have benefit concerts called thevenue@thegrange that raise awareness & money for ministries/organizations who are dedicated to loving the marginalized & oppressed.   this past saturday we focused on human trafficking & our dear friends at oasis USA.  we also are collecting aluminum for cans for hope, a simple, beautiful home-grown ministry dedicated to recycling cans & giving 100% of the proceeds  to support women who have been rescued from trafficking.  it was a fun simple evening with music & spoken word & food & video. nothing snazzy, just love, refuge-style.

i wrote this piece for this gathering; like all spoken words, it’s kind of hard to recreate the moment.  but i would like to share it as a reminder of the ravages of human trafficking & how important it is that we use our voices, our hands, our hearts, our feet on behalf of those who have been stripped of theirs. and to remember that our freedom and others freedom are all tied up together.  they are somebody’s daughter, somebody’s son.  they are our daughters, our sons. one warning, it’s kind of intense.  i swear that in real life, i am really light-hearted, ha ha.  but i do take the issue of oppression and abuse extremely seriously.

somebody’s daughter, somebody’s son

they are somebody’s daughter
somebody’s son
made in God’s image,
meant to have life

right now while we sit in this place
bellies full
hearts united
safe in the harbor
somebody’s daughter, somebody’s son is being ripped from their home
and straight into hell.

into the fire of abuse, of slavery, of darkness
where dignity is burned and stripped and stripped and burned
where the human heart is made to believe it’s only value is to keep its battered body alive.

to be used.
to be raped.
to be tortured.
to be drugged.
to be bought.
to be sold.
to be used.
to be used.
to be used.

they are somebody’s daughter
somebody’s son
made in God’s image,
meant to have life.

stripped of power,
told not to tell.
stripped of dignity,
told that’s all they’re good for.
stripped of life
told this is how it is.
stripped of their voice,
told no one cares.

they are somebody’s daughter
somebody’s son
made in God’s image,
meant to have life.

it’s easy to think there’s nothing we can do.
it’s over there.
it’s out of my reach.
our little voice won’t make a difference.
our little money won’t change a thing.
our  little life can’t really help.

but you see,
it’s not just somebody’s daughter, somebody’s son.

it’s your daughter, your son.
your son, your daughter,
my daughter, my son
my son, my daughter
our daughters, our sons
made in God’s image,
meant to have life.

they are us.
and we are them.
bound together as God’s creation.

when i was 14 and i was used,  you were used.
and when you–my beautiful-precious-valuable-born-with-God’s-dignity-deep-inside brothers-and-sisters were used. i was used.
and when our other beautiful precious valuable born-with-God’s-dignity-deep-inside brothers and sisters around the world are used,
we are used.

i’m tired of seeing people being used.
i’m sick and tired and tired and sick of seeing people be used.

yeah, it’s time.
to work for freedom.
to give a rip.
to do our part.
to fight for life.
to use our voice.
to move our feet.
to advocate for the voiceless
to give power to the weak

to ask Jesus–the one who sees, the one who knows, the one who cares–to show us, show me
stir us, stir me
move us, move me
remind us, remind me

that it’s somebody’s daughter, somebody’s son
our daughter, our sons, our sons, our daughters,
made in God’s image, meant for life.

my prayer and hope is that in any way we can we do part to advocate for our daughters, our sons here & abroad. they are made in God’s image,  meant for life.

i hope you are having a good summer so far. it’s my favorite time of year.

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ps: check out oasis’ traffik free communities initiative. it is focused on community collaboration across public and private agencies & faith communities & everyday ordinary citizens to eradicate trafficking from their city.

ppss:  because i’m so behind, i don’t think i ever shared this uncharacteristically-short post i wrote for communitas collective–a place to practice. i also wrote this little piece for the refuge blog on our annual camping trip & why i think it’s the best form of church.

Kathy Escobar

Kathy Escobar is dedicated to creating safe and brave spaces for transformation and healing in real life, online, and outside. She co-pastors at The Refuge, a hub for healing community, social action, and creative collaboration in North Denver, co-directs #communityheals, a non-profit organization dedicated to making spaces for transformation accessible for all, and is the author of Practicing: Changing Yourself to Change the World, Faith Shift: Finding Your Way Forward When Everything You Believe is Coming Apart and several other books.


  • okay, crying! :-/ thanks for sharing, Kathy! As usual, God bless you for all that you do for the Kingdom!

  • I love this. As you know, I just got back from Cambodia where I spent time with a career missionary. She ministers to Vietnamese people who are one of the most marginalized groups in Cambodia. At least a third of the kids trafficked are Vietnamese in that country.It is a tragedy, and often by their own families…naking it even more tragic.

    I’ve written a fewe blogposts about my time there. I am currently working on a PR campaign for this ministry to help increase funding. $$ helps pay for resources like school fees and transportation, healthy meals, medical treatment and other vital services that contribute towards PREVENTION of girls being trafficked. Would LOVE to explore how to engage The Refuge with this!!

    I’ll text you when our dates in Denver are confirmed. Totally want some Escobar time if it can work out. Denver might be a quick one this year. Not sure.

    Love your heart Kathy and love you!!!!

  • Just link to this post from a pies I wrote about being part of the whole. You do it so much better. It was worth the wait!

  • Would you mind if I shared this with a friend who’s working on a film right now to bring greater awareness of human trafficking? She’s one of the founders of a group called Sex + Money. They can be found on facebook if you want to look them up.

  • nigel – thanks for the RT!

    tammy – so glad you are part of the carnival and some of this stuff touches your heart.

    pam – oh i love you and i love your heart. can’t wait to catch up when you are here. you saw this up close and personal and can see just how ravaging the effects are.

    minnow – always love the words that you share.

    skylark – of course, feel free to pass on. i’ll have to check it out on facebook.


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