I’m feeling angry. I want to roar in the face of everyone who has stood against the LGBT+ community, to point, to say, “This is the kind of result! This is 20 dead! This is hearts broken, families ripped apart by anti LGBT rhetoric! This is the action that backs up your anti-LGBT words…”
I’m trying to keep calm instead.
We don’t know the attacker, who he was or what he wanted. We don’t know the motivation, whether religious or selfish or something else entirely. I have no right to place the blame anywhere, let alone on my own religious family and friends.
I am the first one to say, “Forgive!” when others are wronged, and when my community is damaged here I am shouting, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!” Who am I to roar. My literal family weren’t shot to death, my closest friends haven’t been chased from a club. My heart is with those for whom this is parents, and partners, and children, and best friends, and ex’s.
Oh God. What is this world?
Why are we humans so intent on destroying one another?
With little else to do but cry out in response, let us pray.
God our Father and our Mother, our brother and our friend,
Ever close, though often seeming far from the broken nakedness of our world,
We Pray for Orlando,
We pray for peace.
We are thankful for safe havens and spaces in our own lives,
And we pray for an increase in safety for all,
For an increase in hope,
For the families and friends of those injured or killed,
For the gunman — also human, now dead — and for those he knew and who knew him as a person too.
We pray for the spirit that unites and brings together to continue to bind us as humans to one another in love.
May the God of glory bring hope to the hopeless,
Peace to the fearful,
And comfort to those who mourn.
Jesus who came to earth,
And felt all,
And died for all,
What do you look like today, in our 21st century world?
Are you mourning as we mourn?
Are you weeping as we weep?
Do you hear us as we angrily shout into the wind?
Do you gather your little children, your humans, your people, into your arms to heal their hurts (as the hospitals do, amidst chaos and gunshots and fear and war)?
Do you pour out forgiveness to both the terrorists and the terrorised,
The hurt and the hurtful?
How can we seek to look more like you, in moments like this,
Living love out in the midst of human war in the midst of domestic peace?
God of love, let love win out.
God who stopped storms with a word, step in.
God, for Orlando, for America, for the LGBT community,
For the world and all it’s unique and beautiful humans, we pray,
Let your will be done and your kingdom come,
On earth as it is in heaven,
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our violent thoughts and we forgive those who are violent towards us,
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,
For yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory,