Crying It Out

I felt a certain confidence in my emunah, a certain reassurance that when it comes down to it, I must have some strong faith if I subconsciously accept that I can’t possibly understand why Hashem does what He does. And the truth is, I wouldn’t want to, because a G-d I could understand wouldn’t be a G-d to Whom I could submit.

But all of this self-assured confidence in my own faith went out the window on Simchas Torah this year, the day forever to be remembered as the October 7 massacre. As news trickled in and then turned to a deluge, the horrific details threatened to drown me as they pulled and tore at my heart and soul. Suddenly, I found myself questioning our all-knowing Father. How could He let such incredible atrocities happen? How could a human being or a nation be expected to survive this kind of torture?