One of the mailing lists I follow asked yesterday where God was on Tuesday. Being both an ethicist and a Jew awaiting the start of Rosh Hashanah tonight, not to mention the kind of person who jumps in where angels fear to tread, this is what I said in response. Your thoughts are welcome:
God was with us. He was with the people who risked their own lives to rescue friends and co-workers; He was with those who wept and prayed. He was with those who asked what they could do; He was with those who did not know what to do and turned to strangers, friends and neighbors with hope and faith that they would be helped. He was with the passengers on each flight who contacted their loved ones; He was with the heroes on Flight 93 who made a decision we can only hope we’d be brave enough to make if we were asked; He was with those for whom there was no goodbye. He was with the survivors; He was with the families and friends of those who did not survive; He was with architects, engineers, risk analysts, disaster specialists, and terrorism experts asking what they might have done to have saved more. He was with rescuers as they scrambled through chaos; He was with reporters as they stood in their newsrooms trying to compile the best and most appropriate coverage they could. He was with the millions who saw the results of this human-caused act and resolved that they would do whatever they could to prevent such a thing happening again, and He was with those who asked what wickedness humans might have done each other to cause us to act so.
The question is not where God was. The question is where
we have been all this time.
L’shanah tovah (happy new year), everyone.