In the wake of the tragedy in Orlando, what are we to do? Donate blood? I can't. (long story that has to do with Red Cross rules and the amount of time I have spent in sub-Saharan Africa). Post a rainbow on Facebook? Send money? Pray? . . .
I am admittedly in an undefined and odd place with my spirituality at the moment; though I must say even at my most fervent, having someone say they would pray for me was never much comfort. Today, I consider said prayers more critically. You are praying? What is your prayer? Who is it to? Are you sure you know that the victims pray to the same god as you? Does it matter?
I feel sure that the perpetrator(s) of this attack prayed to that same God and felt perfectly legitimate in his (their) prayers of hate and destruction. . .
Just as fundamental Christians pray to that same God to "cure" what they have decided ails myself and others. It seems to me that the hate stems from religion (both Christian and Muslim), Case & point, a picture from my local Pride event last weekend.
All of that to say, you'll have to excuse me for not praying. According to recent Facebook posts, that makes me basically akin to the devil. But please don't confuse my lack of praying with a lack of caring. I care very deeply that all of those innocent people were terrorized and gunned down for nothing more than the fact that they happened to be celebrating who they are and honoring the generations of LBTGQ warriors that have come before them, making such events possible. I care very deeply that this could have easily been me & mine. I spent the day at Pride KC just last weekend; where my daughter, my bestie, and other dear friends were present. That. Could. Have. Been. Us.
I am not uncaring. I grieve. I find this painful and infuriating. I mourn.
Jules Warner - Author
Thanks for reading my ramblings.