I was walking through a market in Kolkata the day before we were to take a group of college students from the U.S. to the House of Light for a day of service, when I saw these pitiful, scraggily four-foot-tall Christmas trees in a storefront window. Imagine "Charlie Brown". But even so, the second I saw them I immediately wanted to buy one for the girls at the House of Light. I just wasn’t sure they’d even want one. Would a tree have the same impact for them as it would in the States? Would the sisters even approve of one? I wasn’t sure, but after some thought, I decided to just buy one anyway. I guessed that the worst that could happen was they’d send me home with the poor little thing. Ha!
We arrived at the house the next day and I had the men in our group work outside, clearing debris away for a retaining wall that will be built to help keep out flood water during monsoon season. The sisters were ecstatic for the help! I brought the ladies inside to do projects with the girls who, at first, were very shy of us. But after a little encouragement, they began to sit down and participate in the activities we'd planned.
The night before we visited the house, I'd led the students through some trauma training and tips for how to engage victims in ways that would be healing for them. One of the things we learned is that positive social experiences can be incredibly healing for victims of sex trafficking. They are so accustomed to being seen as a means to an end by their captors, that interacting with people who just want to spend time with them, without strings attached, can go a long way towards rebuilding trust in relationships. So, having fun activities for them was a safe and helpful way to create some of those positive interactions.
We taught some basic piano, brought a sewing project to teach them and had some fun crafts for them to do. They particularly liked making the little yarn Christmas stars we’d brought! Once I had everyone busy, I brought out the tree and began to assemble it. Then, one of the sisters walked in, saw the tree and turned to one of the girls and asked,
“Do you remember what you asked me last week? Why did I not have a Christmas tree for you? And I told you we could not afford one? Look, God has answered!” and she pointed to the tree.
It was all I could do to hold back the tears as I realized that it wasn’t just a whim that made me buy that tree. It was God! He knew how much the girls wanted a Christmas tree and He, in his infinite love and care, made sure they got one! And the girls were so excited to hang their Christmas stars on the tree and so proud of them as they showed them to us, saying, “Look, Auntie, look!” We’d praise their handiwork and say, “Now go hang it on the tree!” I just wanted to freeze that moment, filled with so much joy and happiness! Amazing that what I saw as a small, pitiful tree could be such a treasure to them. It may as well have been the tree in Rockefeller Plaza for all they cared!