I was rushing the case study about analyzing story telling elements last night.
It was a short clip about modern day slavery, or if you prefer, human trafficking.
The story was presented via a shadow show. It starts off with this melodramatic recount, done by a female voiceover, depicting the innocent carefree days of her youth.
As she dreamt about what she wants to be when she grows up, her dreams went wild. These wild dreams found their home when a man appeared promising her a better life.
Before she knew it though, she was packed onto a ship and sent to a city where she lost her freedom forever.
There, amongst the city inhabitants, was a trafficked human, somehow she went unnoticed. So surrounded yet so alone, so close to help and yet no help given.
And my soul sighed.
and I said, "Oh God what have we done?"
The distant hdb in its faint fluorescent lights, the rustling trees lining the road...
the huge, pitch dark, now pin-drop silent construction site and then me, reclining in a chair and typing away on my laptop...
Suddenly seemed so unreal.
But I rejoice, for I said "we" and not "them".
I'm getting a hold of it, of how the human race in collective repeatedly disappoints God, keeping in mind pure grace which has put me in this seat...
Shuddering at where this grace may bring me.
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