I recently went to the traveling exhibition on Auschwitz (Not Long Ago, Not Far Away) that is appearing in Boston this summer, and I was thinking about that as Easter approaches.
Auschwitz, where a group of people who worship the God of Abraham literally incinerated another group of people who worship the God of Abraham.
Not only another group of people who worship the God of Abraham but, in fact, his “chosen people.”
Ah, the People of the Book.
The God who helps you find your car keys, who protects your children on spring break, and who helped your neighbor survive cancer — well, the chemotherapy might have helped — also turned a blind eye when 6 million of his chosen people were incinerated by others of his believers.
There is that famous quote from the walls of the Mauthausen concentration camp:
| If there is a God, he will have to beg my forgiveness |
Ah, the People of the Book.
Why Good Friday was dangerous for Jews in the Middle Ages and how that changed.
People sometimes ask me why I am an atheist. That would be exhibit #1 right there.
