Donaldson: They ‘Murder Us and Sell Our Body Parts’ — My Time at the Ukraine Border

Standing outside the train station right at the border of Poland and 🇺🇦Ukraine, our leadership team decided to gather for prayer.

As we united to pray, I heard a panicked scream, so loud that it emanated through the stream of Ukrainian refugees rushing past us. Quickly slipping through the stampede, I discovered a woman crying out in desperation — an anguish I have rarely witnessed in my travels to disaster areas and slums around the globe.

Fearing our interpreter’s response, I asked him, “What is she saying?”

His choked-up reply should break even the most calloused of hearts: “She is saying, ‘Where’s my child? Where’s my daughter?’” He explained, “While there is so much good happening here, there is also much darkness that this ⚔️War has unleashed. Human traffickers are everywhere on the Ukrainian borders stealing young women.” (You can help provide food, shelter, and the truth of the Gospel to fleeing Ukrainians through CityServe International.)

For young women, this train station has become a haunted house. Just this week, we learned police had arrested 50 suspected traffickers.

I witnessed the Polish police respond to the screaming mother’s pleas for help. However, their body language was loud and clear — any attempt to find her daughter would be futile.