The Super Bowl is playing in the background, and forgive me for saying, it’s a good game, but I keep stepping outside.

See, the moon is out and I’m in love with the moon. I can’t help but wonder – how many girls and boys are being used against their will – being trafficked tonight?

Human Trafficking is the secret nasty of the Super Bowl.  How many young girls are longing to look at the moon, but can only look at a hotel ceiling? 

So, I keep going outside, looking at the moon, praying that God will set them fee.

Suddenly the Super Bowl isn’t so Super anymore.

S Heckman


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