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.