Several
years ago, I fell in love with a picture of an ancient little child who
was found in the mountains of Peru. His petrified little body was discovered
much as he was left on that cold mountaintop, surrounded by trinkets from
his time. Over 500 years ago, his innocent life was given as a sacrifice
to the "sun god" of his people. The picture touched my heart, and I knew
that
I would one day make a reproduction of him so we would not forget his
innocent sacrifice.
As the years progressed I occasionally pondered my little Peruvian boy. I wondered what his short life had been like. I wondered about his parents, and the society that would sacrifice a child to god. As I pondered his fate, I realized things haven't changed that much over the last 500 years.
I began to see how many children in our own time are treated as expendable.
In our modern, enlightened world, we are still sacrificing the lives
of children. Granted, most of the atrocities to children happen in undeveloped
countries, but it is all too easy for us to turn our heads and to blame
someone else. I recognize that we cannot easily fix many of the injustices
done to children in these countries. But if we don't try to educate
and activate the world, the innocent will still suffer early deaths.
They are sacrificed just as the child found in Peru was sacrificed.
Perhaps the "gods" we worship today are different from the ones worshiped
in Peru long ago … but children are sacrificed to our gods too. Now
we worship the "god of Successful-War" or the "god of Making- A-Buck."
And we are just as guilty as the ancient Peruvians.
Even here in the USA, we willingly sacrifice children too. We even pass laws to protect our own beliefs. Abortion is debated in our courts, and even partial birth abortions are legal here. I am saddened that we as a nation have accepted the innocent murdering of children by this method.
In many small ways, we are willing to turn our heads, and do not consider
the effects of what we do on the innocent lives of children in America.
Do we always buckle up? Do we never drink
and drive? Are we willing to sacrifice to make sure our air and water
are clean enough for future generations? Are we willing to do whatever
it takes to stop child abuse in all its forms, whether physical, or
mental, or spiritual? Do we volunteer in our neighborhoods, towns, and
counties to serve the needs of children? Are we willing to participate,
or do we just talk and turn our heads?
It was easier to sculpt the child than it was to fill the base with the many illustrations, photographs, and written information about the dangers to children around the world. Many of the topics I had never thought about deeply. I included so many things in the collage that covers the base that it would take days to read everything there, and to ponder it's meaning. I even found a piece of music that fit with the piece perfectly. The Prayer of the Children by Kurt Bestor moved me to tears when I heard it. I used a line in the song as the inspiration for the name of the piece. Doing this piece touched my soul, and I am grateful to this little Peruvian boy for the opportunity to grow. I know he sleeps peacefully in the arms of Heavenly Father now.