Look, I have no religion. Zip. Nada.
But I love so many people for whom God – or whatever they call her/him – is their path to the best, most honorable and loving people they can be. And I am for that.
I know people who fight even against fear and discrimination within their own denomination, better informed about God’s love even than church leaders. And I am for that.
And I know so many people for whom a house of worship is home & family to them. Refuge. Where they feel safest, and not alone. And I am for that.
The terror at Friday prayers in New Zealand. The Tree of Life Synagogue. Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. Cave of the Patriarchs. All these places where people felt safe but were not. And more. This is as close as I get to prayer for my people. But I don’t know what to do to protect you. I wish I did.
Kia Kaha means “Stay strong” in Te Reo Maori, the language of New Zealand’s indigenous people. Not everyone hurt or killed there today was born of NZ , in fact the killer was a white terrorist who believed immigrants would “replace” people like him. But Kia Kaha is something local people might say to the survivors. A statement of solidarity. So I’ll go with that. Kia Kaha.