Waking up

This morning, waking up...


... I couldn't help but to think about the children in the brothels.  A few stories I heard from last prayer meeting for Cambodia trickled in my head. 

Somewhere, on the other side of the world, is night time.

And somewhere, on the other side of the world, a kid is being sold for a few dollars.

And somewhere, on the other side of the world, injustice is being perpetuated.