A place is needed where grief can be spoken aloud, where hope can be rekindled, where children can learn peace, and where the soul can breathe in the presence of God.
That is why the attack on the Islamic Center of San Diego feels like more than another tragic headline. It feels like a wound to something shared and holy.
A statement from Mariann Edgar Budde and Susan Shankman (follow the link) refuses to let this violence remain isolated within one faith community. They insist on a deeper truth: when hatred enters any sanctuary, it diminishes us all. The bullets fired into one community’s sacred space echo through every community that gathers in prayer.
Their words also remind us how frighteningly familiar these stories have become. A Catholic church. A Latter-day Saint meetinghouse. A Jewish temple. Now a mosque. Different traditions, different liturgies, different names for God, and yet the same grief, the same shattered silence, the same candles lit afterward in mourning.
What makes the statement so powerful is that it does not stop at sorrow. It calls for presence.
“To show up at one another’s houses of worship.” That may sound simple, but it is profound in an age where suspicion and tribalism are easier than relationships. Fear thrives where people remain strangers. Hatred grows in distance. Friendship and a genuine relationship become a kind of resistance against violence.
There is sacred power in simply being present for one another. Sitting in the back row of a mosque open house. Attending a synagogue’s remembrance service. Standing beside grieving Christians after a church shooting. Listening instead of debating. Learning instead of caricaturing. Such acts may seem small against the scale of violence, yet they quietly undermine the logic of hatred itself.
The statement also carries a difficult moral challenge: to speak publicly whenever any community is targeted, “without waiting to see whether the attacker’s identity makes the cause convenient.” That line exposes how easily compassion can become conditional. We often mourn selectively, defending only those communities that fit our politics and our level of comfort. But moral integrity demands consistency. If every person bears the image of God, then every attack on human dignity deserves our grief and our outrage.
Perhaps most convicting is the call to examine language itself. Violence rarely begins with weapons. It begins with words that dehumanize, mock, scapegoat, or paint neighbors as threats. The seeds of hatred are often planted long before blood is spilled. Every sermon, every social media post, every casual joke about “those people” either contributes to peace or prepares the ground for cruelty.
And yet, this statement ends not in despair but in resolve.
“We keep writing this statement… knowing that each time we do, we are also building the relationships that will outlast the violence.”
That may be the deepest act of faith of all: believing that compassion can outlive hatred. Believing that friendship between religions is not naïve but necessary. Believing that even after sanctuaries are violated, human beings can still choose to protect one another rather than fear one another.
In many religious traditions, hospitality is sacred. To welcome the stranger is to welcome God. Perhaps in this moment, the holiest response is not merely to defend our own sanctuaries, but to become guardians of one another’s. What can we do?
Let us all seek peace in the presence of the divine.







