Only if you have been punched in the stomach, left gasping for air, can you fully relate to my current emotional state. We've just finished touring the Elmina slave castle. You say you've never heard of it?
It's a foreboding fortress on the coast of Ghana, West Africa built in 1482. For hundreds of years it was a slave processing center. That's a polite way of saying that here, human beings were ripped from their families, stripped of their personal dignity, and prepped for a lifetime of misery.
For a slave-in-the-making, the three month stay at Elmina offered a daily diet of evil so wicked, you can almost taste the screams and wails from the 600 men and 400 women imprisoned here at any given time.
Just inside the fortress is a small room with iron bars, and massive latches. Noteworthy for the skull and crossbones above it, this was the place where slaves who had offended the soldiers were starved to death.
Or consider the hidden hatch and stairway that lead to the Governor's bedroom. The staircase was reserved for female slaves the governor had selected to rape.
Yet far more disturbing than any of these was the sight of a church prominently positioned on the plaza inside the fortress. Here, men ostensibly sang hymns, worshipped God and prayed—as a thousand slaves lay rotting in their own excrement.
Why didn't the solders' theology expose their hypocrisy, their inhumanity? How could they be comfortable selling husbands and wives, sons and daughters…like stock for a general store?
It's easy to be shocked by their inhumanity. But what about ours? We sing hymns, worship God and pray, while around the world atrocities are the daily stuff of millions.
It’s time to hear THEIR cries…..THEIR screams….and then DO something.
A great place to begin: Visit persecution.com