Where was their god?

Yesterday we were at Jasna Góra Poland, the monastery that houses the Black Madonna, a place of pilgrimage for millions of people. 

This afternoon we were at Auschwitz and Birkenau concentration camps, places of death for millions of people, places of Zyklon gas and ovens.

One place for people to worship their god, the other for people to despair of their god. 
The question continues to present itself as to why would an all-loving, all-powerful God, worshiped in one place, allow,… or cause… the horror of evil to occur in the other. 

 Logically, the answer that presents itself. Is that our god is either not all-loving or not all-powerful. 

Is our god like a two faced coin, good on one side and evil on the other? Maybe our god is not as loving as we think or not as powerful as we think. 

Walking through an exhibit of hundreds of pounds of human hair shorn from the heads of Nazi victims before they were murdered, you have to ask yourself whether our god loved the girl who wore the long tight braid in the front of the pile before she was crammed into a former ammunition bunker and suffocated by Zyklon B gas. 

What was her life like? What we’re her hopes and aspirations. 
More than likely, she was Jewish. 
Did she have a boyfriend? Was she looking to get married before she was ignominiously carted off to a ghetto on her way to this place of her death 

And, what did her life mean beyond that tight braid serving as a witness to the inhumanity and abject cruelty of man? 

Does her braided hair call to us now… to our god? Where is our god now and where was that god when this evil ran rampant on the earth?

Yesterday we walked through a Mass, of people worshiping their god. Today, we walked through a mass of people at a place where that god was not present.