A survivor from the holocaust came in the other day, we all listened to his story about what happened back then. He really had it rough, not doubt every Jew had it rough, I am actually suprised how sum1 actually survived that. I saw the stuff that was happening to jewish people in WWII and still I am shocked, confused, and angry all at once. At the end, he said: "You'll probably ask this, Where was God during the Holocaust?" I asked that question so many times in my head. But not just in the holocaust, about everywhere around the world where people are suffering and dying. I ask myself "Where's God when I need him? Why does he allow the good and kind to suffer with the bad? Why does he give us light but then takes that light away from us when we die? Why God?" I am christan, proud of it too. Yet I continue to question God, chase him for answers. I still dont have any answers yet, but even if I reach the end of my life, the end of me, I don't think I'll find my answer... yet... does it matter? So Ill ask you, what a man asked me, "Where is God when I need him?"













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