Where is God?
Looking at a picture taken in Gaza, I saw a young Palestinian boy holding a tiny stone in his fragile hand aiming at a monstrous Israeli tank in front of him; my mind suddenly went blank. I closed my eyes. A question started pondering my mind desensitized by western media. "˜Where is God?'
Obviously He was either; with that fully exposed boy who must have seen one or both of his parents blown up in pieces at the midnight hell of "˜target strikes'; or with those fully protected soldiers riding the juggernaut.
I remember in my school days the teachers used to teach us that God is on the side of those who are weak but determined to struggle for just cause. I opened my eyes and looked at the picture to see any sign of God alongside that young boy. I couldn't. I closed my eyes again and remember another teacher telling us God is hope. But all I could see in that picture was a weak unequipped young boy hoping to destroy a tank with a stone. Was it this type of hope he was talking about? I opened my eyes again, to find any other sign of God. I didn't. Desperation hit me hard and found my eyes filling up with tears. Was I loosing my mind regarding God or was He coming to me in the weakest ebb of self? Wherever He is; He plays His games in most mysterious ways.