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Does my faith make you uncomfortable?

Then f*** off.

Especially on this day of all days. When thoughts and prayers are the only thing that the American people had in the face of such tragedy. When I had to watch from hundreds of miles away while my fellow Americans burned, thoughts and prayers were all I had.

The thoughts and prayers are what people send on days of tragedy when things are happening around the world and there's absolutely nothing that you can do in that moment, all you have is a thought and a prayer.

It's empathy, folks. It's a "sorry for your loss", when you can't be with your friend when they lose their dog or Mom or child. It's when you can't give a sick friend or family member chicken noodle soup when they are sick.

Thoughts and prayers are not the absence of compassion and financial support and help. It is the verbalization of "hey, I'm here for you in every way that I can be."  And you send flowers or food or money along with your thoughts and prayers, in the cases that doing any of that would actually help.

It's self comfort in the face of tragedy and the voice of solidarity.

My thoughts and prayers go out every day to those who suffer. It goes out around the world, all the people who have their lives ripped apart by tragedy. It is not limited by race or religion or age or Nation.

Prayers are powerful. They help us moblize and take action.  Whether you believe it or not, there are many many Christians around the world that actually practice what they preach. They just don't brag about it on Facebook.

So if you don't like my thoughts and prayers, fine. But I will not be shamed into silence.  I will not stop when you mock my thoughts and prayers.

I won't stop.

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