Where Is God?

“Scum bag!” The guy in the airport lounge called me a “scum bag”. I guess, the cross I wore on my shirt offended him, and I was offended at his anti-religion rant. It could have been an interesting evening, but he was so drunk he was ready to fall over without any help from me, so I laughed and said, “You’re right, I believe I am.” and walked away. I'm really not very religious. Religion bores me. I'm very glad we have theologians, I'm just happy not to be one. I actually prefer to read history. When I do, I inject myself into the midst of it and try to imagine the parts most of us never think about.For example, take D-Day, June 6, 1944, accepted by most people as the turning point of WWII. The great and victorious landing of nearly 200,000 troops, in 5000 ships, from England across the English Channel onto French beaches. I like to try to imagine General Eisenhower on June 5th. He'd loaded the soldiers onto the ships, and decided to delay the launch for 24 hours due to heavy seas and foggy rain. The forecast was not especially good, but the 6th looked better than the 5th.  His soldiers were already sea sick, many experts wanted to delay the invasion, but he knew he could not keep it secret much longer, and it would be two more weeks before the tides would cooperate. He made the decision to launch. I'm sure he must have wondered, "Where is God?". It was a time of great risk and pressure, but what he didn't know was that the storm was so bad that the top German generals had left the front for a birthday party, they knew no one would invade in that weather. The soldiers on the boats were so sick they would risk anything to get back on land. In truth what looked like an act of God's betrayal turned out to be God's grace.