"Perhaps those
outside Gaza are in greater torment, cut off from the spiritual outpouring and
mercy that rains down in Gaza."
I attempt to process this vast devastation. I look out at these destroyed homes, the grieving women, widows, orphans, the oppressed, the displaced, the homeless, the hungry, the thirsty, those overpowered by their circumstances, and I ask myself: Does God see them?
I look at the
bombed houses, the demolished schools, the burned hospitals, the bulldozed
streets, and I ask: Does God see them?
I look at the
children trapped under the rubble, while the civil defense men stand helpless
before extracting them, as they suffocate and die, and I ask: Does God
see them?
I look at those
who cannot find their daily bread, those who sleep hungry and wake up hungry; I
look at the forcibly displaced, whose bones ache from sleeping on the ground,
whose skin has cracked under the burning sun, the bites of mosquitoes, whose
muscles are torn from carrying firewood and water buckets, and I ask: Does
God see them?
I look at the
wounded groaning in pain, without medicine; at those whose limbs have been
amputated without anesthesia, unable to move, crying out for medical referrals
to restore their hope, and I ask: Does God see them?
The truth is:
Yes. God sees all of this.