Tree of Life

Dear Loyola Community,

Our hearts hurt. For the dead and the injured and their loved ones. For every Jewish parent who had to find the words this weekend to reveal this horror to their children. For every person who bravely lives their faith even in the face of hatred and violence.

There is a famous quote, scratched into a cellar wall in Germany where Jews were hiding, "I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining. I believe in love, even when I’m alone. I believe in God, even when He is silent."

Today we ask our questions – of God and free will and human nature; of our government and why this keeps happening – from Charleston to Sutherland Springs to the attacks this week near Louisville. This is a moment to reach out to our Jewish friends with support. To express the empathy, which for too many, is sadly based on experiencing similar fear of violence.

If you are feeling as powerless as I am today, we might do two things together. First, we could write messages of love and support for our next door neighbors at Temple Sinai. (If you bring them tomorrow to my office in Marquette, we can deliver them collectively.) And second, let’s stop and say a prayer of healing.

Mi Shebeirach avoteinu v’imoteinu,
Avraham, Yitzchak v’Yaakov, Sarah, Rivkah,
Rachel v’Lei-ah, hu y’vareich et hacholim
[names]. HaKadosh Baruch Hu yimalei
rachamim aleihem, l’hachalimam ul’rapotam
ul’hachazikam, v’yishlach lahem m’heirah
r’fuah, r’fuah shleimah min hashamayim,
r’fuat hanefesh ur’fuat haguf, hashta
baagala uviz’man kariv. V’nomar: Amen.



May the one who blessed our ancestors, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah, bless and heal those who are ill. May the Blessed Holy One be filled with compassion for their health to be restored and their strength to be revived. May God swiftly send them a complete renewal of body and spirit, and let us say, Amen.

We pray that every one of every faith can enter their house of worship without fear. We must stand for peace and renounce hate wherever – and from whomever – we see it.

Tania Tetlow