With the recent attacks in Beirut, Iraq, Paris and Syria all I’ve heard from social media, church, people on the streets is that now is the time when we have to stand together and trust that God’s got this. That God forgives and has a plan in everything. But how can that be?
How can God forgive the attackers who bombed cities with innocent people? How can God forgive the attackers who killed people in the City of Love? How can God forgive ISIS? How can a perfect God who is all good, forgive such hatred? Forgive such inhuman acts? Such violence? I’m going to share a post that is being shared on Facebook and Twitter. It’s a post about a young woman who was at the concert in Paris, who played dead just to survive the bloody attack:
“you never think it will happen to you. It was just a Friday night at a rock show. the atmosphere was so happy and everyone was dancing and smiling. and then when the men came through the front entrance and began the shooting, we naively believed it was all part of the show. It wasn’t just a terrorist attack, it was a massacre. Dozens of people were shot right in front of me. Pools of blood filled the floor. Cries of grown men who held their girlfriends dead bodies pierced the small music venue. Futures demolished, families heartbroken. in an instant. Shocked and alone, I pretended to be dead for over an hour, lying among people who could see their loved ones motionless.. Holding my breath, trying to not move, not cry – not giving those men the fear they longed to see. I was incredibly lucky to survive. But so many didn’t. The people who had been there for the exact same reasons as I – to have a fun Friday night were innocent. This world is cruel. And acts like this are suppose to highlight the depravity of humans and the images of those men circling us like vultures will haunt me for the rest of my life. The way they meticulously aimed at shot people around the standing area i was in the centre of without any consideration for human life. It didn’t feel real. i expected any moment for someone to say it was just a nightmare. But being a survivor of this horror lets me able to shed light on the heroes. To the man who reassured me and put his life on line to try and cover my brain whilst i whimpered, to the couple whose last words of love kept me believing the good in the world, to the police who succeeded in rescuing hundreds of people, to the complete strangers who picked me up from the road and consoled me during the 45 minutes I truly believed the boy i loved was dead, to the injured man who i had mistaken for him and then on my recognition that he was not Amaury, held me and told me everything was going to be fine despite being all alone and scared himself, to the woman who opened her doors to the survivors, to the friend who offered me shelter and went out to buy new clothes so i wouldn’t have to wear this blood stained top, to all of you who have sent caring messages of support – you make me believe this world has the potential to be better. to never let this happen again. but most of this is to the 80 people who were murdered inside that venue, who weren’t as lucky, who didn’t get to wake up today and to all the pain that their friends and families are going through. I am so sorry. There’s nothing that will fix the pain. I feel privileged to be there for their last breaths. And truly believing that I would join them, I promise that their last thoughts were not on the animals who caused all this. It was thinking of the people they loved. As i lay down in the blood of strangers and waiting for my bullet to end my mere 22 years, I envisioned every face that I have ever loved and whispered I love you. over and over again. reflecting on the highlights of my life. Wishing that those i love knew just how much, wishing that they knew that no matter what happened to me, to keep believing in the good in people. to not let those men win. Last night, the lives of many were forever changed and it is up to us to be better people. to live lives that the innocent victims of this tragedy dreamt about but sadly will now never be able to fulfill. RIP angels. You will never be forgotten.” And it had a picture of a bloody tank top with the caption.
Even in my little sufferings, struggles, and tribulations I ask how God can forgive so easily. Because I know for me, I struggle with letting it go and forgiving. But how can I look at my small troubles ( maybe being annoyed with my brother or getting in a fight with someone ) and think it’s so big, when around the world, like in Paris, Beirut, Iraq, and Syria on Friday, and people are getting massacred. How can God be a forgiving God to that?
What plan does God have in having people kill thousands or millions of people? What purpose does that serve? I wish God could give us a little glimpse of what’s to come next. I think everyone would benefit from that.
In conclusion, I challenge everyone to tell someone you love that you love them. To choose joy everyday for at least a week and see how happy you are by the end of the week. And always pray. Even though we may have all these questions for God and about God, we still need to keep our faith in Him because He truly is a Good Good Father, a Redeemer, a Healer and a Friend. Trust in Him.
Saint John Paul II, pray for us. Saint Monica, pray for us. Jesus, I trust in You and I love You.
Nous sommes avec vous ( We stand with you )