Editor's Note: The following is based on Glenn's monologue from December 12, 2016.
I'm going to Haiti this week. While it's never been on my bucket list, I'm going because of something you did in 2013.
In 2013, I told you the story of children that had been kidnapped and sold into sex slavery. It's happening here in America. It's happening all over the world. There are more slaves today than at any point in world history. We haven't ended slavery, and we're arguing about slavery that happened 150 years old. What about the slaves that exist today?
After hearing about the plight of these innocent children, you helped raise a million and a half dollars to start Operation Underground Railroad (O.U.R.), an organization created for the sole purpose to free children trapped in sex slavery.
That same year, I also received this letter from a dad:
Before you sleep at night, do you check on each of your sweet children? Do you know that they're safe and sound before you close your eyes? Do you have to know that? Because I do.
This is not why I've slept since my boy was taken. I walk the streets every night. I walk aimlessly through a different neighborhood every night, listening. Listening for his cry. I come home, and I sit on my porch until I nod off for a few moments. And then when the sun comes up, I go to work in my orphanage. I can't sleep in my bed, so long as my boy is not in his. I can't explain the pain.
Months ago, I saw some light when I was introduced to Operation Underground Railroad. They came to my home. They met with me, and they began to investigate. My country doesn't have the ability to search for my boy, but Operation Underground Railroad does. And now they're coming back because of your audience.
Your audience has sent them. Thank you, thank you, thank you. May God bless you forever. I know we will find my son. God has told me he is still alive.
I think of Gus quite often because they still haven't found his son. His son was kidnapped and trafficked.
Tania and I were talking about it a couple weeks ago. I don't know how I would go on. I would just pray that my son, after a while, was dead because I would have to know that he's not still going through that.
The first mission for Operation Underground Railroad happened in Haiti. They rescued 28 children. They were being sold for sex, for labor and for organ harvesting. Gus's son Guardee, the little boy from the letter above, was one of the children they were looking for. While three of his captors were arrested and his friends were rescued, Guardee had already been sold down the chain.
When we had to tell Guardee's dad that he wasn't there, he spent very little time in mourning. In fact, this is what he said: Yes, I know. But I also know that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my boy. If in the end I have to lose my boy so you can rescue even just these 28, then that's a burden I'm willing to bear for my entire life.
If that's not the literal story of Christmas . . . a boy being born to sacrifice to save all others.
This week, I'm going to Haiti to visit with and bring Christmas to all of those rescued kids. The number just in Haiti is now 200. Seven of these kids are being adopted by three different families here in the US. We're bringing the families down with us.
Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of children have been saved because of you. Four thousand refuges in the Middle East have been saved because of you.
This Christmas, I want to thank you for caring and being charitable. Your generosity has saved lives --- and given faith and hope to multitudes of people.
Featured Image: Children playing with cars made with wood and bearings in the neighborhood of Deye Distriyel in Jeremie, in the south west of Haiti, on October 23, 2016. (Photo Credit: HECTOR RETAMAL/AFP/Getty Images)