So recently the roof of the building containing my family's synagogue--if we had one, that is; it's more complicated than I'd like to get into on a public blog--and the community day school, collapsed due to snowfall.
Read that again. The roof of a building containing two necessary Jewish institutions collapsed due to snowfall.
My initial, gut reaction was glee. That school did me a world of hurt; to know that it is disabled--if only for a time--felt good.
But then I thought again.
Where is God?
Where is God when a community loses one of its synagogues and its only day school? Because my hometown is very small, and we don't have multiple day schools. That one was the only one. And it may have been bad, but we had it.
And now we don't have a Conservative synagogue either. And that is a problem too. Because all Jews should have a place to worship, a place where they feel comfortable, and now something like a third of the community is out of luck. Oh, there will be services at the local JCC and all, but it's not the same when you're not in your home. People start to feel at home in their synagogues.
So this is all sad. Just sad. And hey, God, if You're reading this--where are You?
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how big your God is."
I believe in God.
I believe in God.
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