“AMERICA, LET MY PEOPLE GO!”
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I stand for freedom!
I quote Martin Luther King Jr., “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
On this day I rise up and demand that America hold these truths to be self-evident that “ALL men (and women) are created equal!
Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream to free the enslaved. I also have a dream to free the enslaved. Only I do not speak of the slavery of color or skin but the slavery of women and children through the human trafficking (sex trafficking) industry.
Our nation is still enslaved today to a form of slavery that binds women and children to do the will of the taskmaster.
I am here to say in the words of Moses who stood before a great nation and demanded from Pharaoh, “LET MY PEOPLE GO!”
I stand before the great nation of America and demand, “LET MY PEOPLE GO!”
I am demanding that our nation take a bold stand in combating the grave injustice of human trafficking!
Human Trafficking is now the second-largest underground industry in the United States fixing to bypass drug trafficking for first.
What has our great country become?
Women’s bodies are being sold and used to pleasure mankind. This is not what we were created to do. We, women, were created in the image of God to bring forth life upon this earth.
Have we lost all value for humanity?
Come on America! You are greater than this! Honorable men have died for Your glory!
We, the people demand more out of you! Our grandfathers, fathers, and husbands have fought and given their lives for YOU! We demand that you not only be worthy of the lives of our loved ones but be worthy of fighting for! You were founded upon great moral standards. You are the “home of the free and the land of the brave.”
I challenge you to become a county worthy of the honor of Your people!
I have a dream that one day all women and children will be treated equally. That all women will be seen as human beings and not as sexual objects. I dream of a day when women rise up out of those beds and take the shackles off, shutting down all pornography sites.
A day where women remember their childhood hopes and dreams, remember who they were before they undressed themselves to the wanting eyes of this country.
Women of America put your clothes back on!
I have a dream where everyone woman awakens to her God-ordained calling and rises up out of her nakedness and clothes herself with strength and dignity, making her royal garments her coverings. I dream of a day where women realize that they have a God-given right to their bodies and realize that they can break every agreement that states otherwise, understanding that they are more than skin deep.
I have a dream that all children will be able to live out their lives to the fullest capacity and die of old age and not by the hands of an abuser.
The average life span of a woman who has been sex trafficked is seven years. I can only imagen that it is less for a child.
Every single one of those women and children had a God-ordained purpose to fulfill. These precious humans had a mission and calling to complete, a vital role to play in this county.
I have a dream that every woman and child would be able to have a chance at this life. That they would have an opportunity to take that first breath, to hear the sound of a mother’s lullabies (birth mother or other), to feel the true love of a faithful embrace and see the sun rising over the vast Rocky Mountains.
I dream of rescuing all of the women and children that are being kidnapped and exported to other countries. I dream of a day when the talons of the taskmasters are demanded to loose themselves from our country.
I dream of binding up the brokenhearted and setting the captives free.
I dream of a day when our country realizes all the great men who have gone before it and established the work of God’s hands. I dream of good men (hero’s) of our county, having enough of the injustice and rising up to their God-ordained position as Protectors of the Innocent.
I believe if we women, who are called by His name would humble ourselves, pray and seek the face of our Creator and turn from our part in allowing others to use our bodies that Jehovah Rapha would hear our cries from heaven and would heal our land. (Derived from 2 Chronicles 7:14)
Where have all the good men gone and why is this injustice being allowed to prosper at the fate of women and children?
If our founding forefathers could see our nation now they would cry out in disbelief but then turn and take action.
I am challenging every man in this country, under the influence of my words to rise up and take a stand for women and children!
We need you men of courage! We need heroes who refuse to engage in the slavery of women and children and who are willing to rise up and take back the land!
Can you hear your country calling you? Can you hear the cries of the women and children? Who are you and where are you mighty men of God? Our country needs you now! Our children need you now! Our God needs you now! Rise up out of those mistaken identities that have held you captive and put on your armor and fight for those who cannot fight for themselves! If you don’t know where to start then get on your knees and fight this battle in prayer.
I implore you to take hold of your God-given destiny for such a time as this.
In the past, you have been mistaken as “pointless,” “useless,” “unneeded,” throughout the decades of women fighting for their rights you have lost your identity and purpose.
We have also lost.
Being children of parents who were born into the 40’s we were subliminally taught through the domestic roles of our parents that we did not want to be enslaved by any man, which in turn, propelled us in the arms of an entirely deferent taskmaster. We went so far off the deep end with, “Women’s Rights,” that we have overcorrected our statuesque.
We, women, are now on dangerous grounds.
By stripping you of your role as “head of the house” we have entered into an age that we believe we can do life alone. We protest “Our body, our choice,” etc. and that you are unnecessary for our existence. This could only be the farthest from the truth. We were created to complete you, one man, one woman for one lifetime. Through the years these roles have meshed together causing great confusion in our children and society.
We have lost our purpose. We have lost our vision and without vision, we perish.
As a woman, I want to stand in the gap and ask the wounded men in our country to please forgive us. Please forgive us for believing the lies that you are obsolete, that your strength is not needed in this great battle.
We have been deceived.
We, as women, need you. We need you now more than ever to rise up and be the mighty men of God that you are destined to be. To help us shut down the enemy’s attacks on our country, us, as women and our children.
It is time for our roles to align with creation.
It is time for us women to realize that we were created for so much more than to please the eyes of the beholder.
So, again, I take a stand against our fallen nation and I say, “AMERICA, LET MY PEOPLE GO!”
Angela B. Bowland
(Women’s Rights Activist)
Author of More Than a Mud Flap
(follow the link below to purchase Angela’s book)
No Other Love Will Do
There is a place hidden deep in a woman’s heart, a sacred place that only she knows.
As I write this, I’m finally sitting down with a strong cup of coffee in my freshly cleaned house. The brownies are in the oven, the pellet stove is lit and the children are content. As I was walking home from church this afternoon in the rain my heart kept going back to this place of longing. I was trying to ignore it by slowly browsing the downtown window displays. As I was processing the pastor’s sermon, this longing would not be silenced. It was like a resounding gong that started beating low and slowly got louder in my inner soul. I kept thinking of this post that I saw on Facebook of this Viking and his woman and knew it had sparked something unknowingly within. I browsed the freshly painted shop windows and noticed the cool rain on my skin as I walked down the main street. I allowed my thoughts to take me deeper. Christmas is coming and the white lights are starting to overtake the autumn decorations. I decided to walk home through the leaves in the park knowing that soon they would all be covered by inches, if not feet, of snow. Winter in Montana is no joke. As I kicked the leaves, this tugging on my heartstrings kept taking place and so I hesitantly allowed it to come into the forefront of my mind. “I long to be fought for.” Ok, I wasn’t expecting that. After my divorce, I had closed off that place in my heart so no one, not even me, could trespass on that sacred ground again. “I so desperately long to be fought for.” Seriously, heart, today is not the day for you to start calling to me! I chastised myself for even thinking that the boards were ever going to come off of that place.
“I long for a mighty warrior that will fight alongside me” Ok, now you’ve done it! You’ve crossed the line! I can’t even hear any more of what you have to say today. It’s too painful,” I tell myself, shutting down the longing of my heart, knowing that it’s speaking the truth.
My children needed a day to rest so they stayed home from church and were snug in our warm house. I got inside and decided to do the dishes and make brownies hoping that my chores would take my mind off of this deep cry. I couldn’t stop singing Endless Hallelujah while thinking about the coming seasons, wondering what God had in store for my children and I. The deep tones of my voice rang out filling the kitchen with a sweet melody.
I have been on survival mode for so long that I’ve placed the deepest longings of my heart on the back burner. I guess hoping that they would accidentally burn up while I was cooking dinner one night? They haven’t yet. I guess I have been afraid to go into this place emotionally. I felt like I couldn’t trust myself there. My deepest emotions have been ignored for so long that they are starting to surface louder than ever before. I reasoned that if I hid them away than I would never have to deal with them again and never have to take the chance of being hurt again. The walls I had put up were very high and very thick. Briers surrounded the outside of these walls making sure that my heart was safely locked deep inside but then today…
What some people don’t understand about going through a divorce is that when you have already met the man of your dreams and he becomes your worst nightmare your heart can’t handle the assault. Your mind goes into shock and your heart goes into a cocoon state trying to preserve the little girl inside, hidden, broken, devastated. The trauma of it all is like a defibrillator working in reverse. After this kind of violent act occurs most hearts don’t survive or learn to beat again but here I am ten years on the other side of the affair, five years on the other side of separation, two years beyond the divorce and the deepest recesses of my heart decides today to take a deep breath. It’s alive! I have honestly been afraid of trying to resuscitate this part of me.
I don’t talk about my marriage because it was a very sacred walk where I learned the true meaning of love by clinging to the hem of my Lord’s garment. Once a woman has tasted this kind of love nothing else will do. It’s kind of like shopping at Wal-Mart your whole life and then being introduced to Barneys New York. Something in you would never want to go back to Wal-Mart because you’ve tasted and seen the good life.
So, as that little voice in me surfaced today I knew that nothing else but the purest of love would do. I wanted to say to every man out there; be that mighty warrior after God’s own heart with the highest standard of integrity, virtue and honor. Be that warrior who is willing to fight for your woman for no other reason except that she is valued above all others. Love her the way Christ loves his bride and then she will know this kind of love.
I want to say to all the women out there; remember A physical relationship is like watered down coffee. Yes, it might look good in the cup but it’s not going to give you the rich flavor that you desire. He might look like he just stepped out of the Magic Mike movie but is he faithful? He might go to church but is he wrecked for Christ? He may say a little mealtime prayer but is he fresh from the fight? If he is not face down at the altar, pursuing God with everything in him it’s not worth it. It’s a counterfeit kind of love.
In this time, in this day women have become an object to use for man’s pleasure but for those men out there who truly want to understand women, understand this; there is a little girl in all of us who desperately longs to be fought for. We need a man who is willing to fight not only for us but alongside us in this life. We are not just curvy creatures without emotions, dreams, and desires of our own. We have a purpose and a plan in this life. We sell ourselves short because we don’t know that we are worthy of a greater love, the purest love, the kind of love that one only reads about, the kind of love that doesn’t exist in modern-day society anymore, the kind of love worth fighting for.
Even though I didn’t not want to hear what my deepest longings were trying to express to me today, I know that they are right. I am worthy of a greater love and I am worth fighting for.
I refuse to settle for anything less than God’s very best for me again.
Angela B. Bowland
More Than a Mud Flap