Acceptance does not mean passivity. We may try to accept things as they are, but that doesn’t mean if, for example, a situation is unjust that we don’t try to change it.
There is so much pain and suffering in this world that is hard to accept. I have a friend that is working on a project to bring art therapy to young girls who have been used in the sex traffic industry so I’ll start there.
Slavery and rape are more accurate words for the unspeakable crimes committed against children throughout the world. “Traffic” and “industry” says how far off course humanity has veered.
The reports on girls abducted or sold on the black market is horrifying. The latest stories and the mounting statistics tug heavily at my heart. I admire those who challenge the transgressions in the streets and in the halls of government.
How can we accept these despicable acts? Not easily, but if we don’t fully accept the injury we can never address the suffering. When we accept the truth we face it, look it in the eye and let it in our hearts.
No wonder it’s so hard to accept. Our heartstrings are inevitably intertwined with the distress of others the moment we make contact. Acceptance means connection and responsibility. Response-ability is the measure of an open heart.
With endless access to the suffering of a world torn open by the media’s onslaught we are faced with a mighty big task. Every one of us must honestly ask ourselves whom we are able to serve: a young girl, a neighbor, our grandfather?
Every year I am struck by the ignorance of a childhood fiction that the world was on a trajectory of improvement. The 50’s myth was shored up by a mistaken belief that every disease would be cured, technology would solve any problem and increased understanding was uniting humans across racial differences.
Yet every year my eyes are opened to greater suffering and doubts about a future on our planet. Child slavery points a laser beam on that uncertainty.
So how do we choose to serve? How we know our capacity? How do we keep our hearts open?
My friend Sue is finding her edge developing a service-learning project for her art therapy students at Naropa University. The Naropa Community Art Studio International is planning to take their healing work to Cambodia to support and empower survivors of sex trafficking.
She’s Partnered with Transitions Global, an organization that provides a safe environments where girls can heal through intensive trauma therapy and sustainable life and job skills training.
Raising funds through crowdrise and throwing marathon-painting parties the students are on their way to working with the Cambodian girls next summer.
Do I need to believe in a myth? Absolutely not. Can I accept a world of hurt? It’s a little easier with friends like Sue.