As life and lava continues to move fast, I’ve had to pause and peer into the na'au of matters that often seem hard for me to navigate.
Like many Hawaiians, I’m grieved at the thought of losing cherished spaces and sacred places such as Pohoiki. Yet, like many Hawaiians, my bones are eager for the cleansing that our ‘aina desperately needs. So, which do I pray for?
Like many Hawaiians, I have fallen in love with a man named Iesu, and I live because of His Word and His Ways. Yet, like many Hawaiians, I have a regard for fire-making Pele and forest-eating ʻAilāʻau. So, how do I bridge my faith and culture?
These questions have been with me since the month of May. Sometime today, while running errands for my auntie, I found myself in an empty car. For once, I didn’t have my six-year old son in the backseat begging to listen to Smooth Criminal “just one more time.” In the quiet, I felt the Spirit of God with me, and so I said, “Heavenly Father, I don’t know what to pray.”
This is what I have prayed today and this is what I will pray tomorrow.