In The Midst of Winter

In the darkest of nights. I don't remember the exact details, but this is what I got from one of Elie Wiesel's books:

Some concentration camp prisoners were forced to watch the execution of some innocent children, presumably Jewish. Things were so dire and so desperate and so depressing at that point that one of the prisoners cried out "why has our Lord forsaken us? where is He?" Another prisoner pointed to the young bodies swaying from the gallows and said, "He is there."

What I take from this is that sometimes things are so bad that there is no longer any God or Savior; that the Holocaust was so horrible and so large that it killed the god of the Jews, and they were left completely alone.

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