This is a commonly occurring theme in tragedies. Last spring when Elizabeth Smart was rescued from her kidnappers, her parents went on and on attributing the rescue to God. Parents of other missing and abducted children wonder why God didn't listen to their prayers.A Cold Shoulder for God
There was a time when Rosa Gonzalez could tell several stories about God granting her blessings, and she expected to tell another one about her son coming home from war.
Don't worry, Rosa wrote to her son, as he prepared in the sands of Kuwait for war in Iraq. God has always pampered me. You will come back.
God, it seemed, had never failed to listen to Rosa. There was the time, years ago, when she stood under a lemon tree in her El Monte backyard and asked God to protect her husband, a long-distance trucker, on the road. On that cold night there wasn't a hint of rain, but lightning flashed and the sky conjured up a warm breeze, sweeping her face.
"I feel you, God. Thank you," Rosa remembered saying. "Everything is going to be fine."
But her second child, 20-year-old Jorge, died in battle, leaving Rosa to ask how God could take away her son. It's a question mothers have always asked in war, and Rosa, 47, is now struggling with her faith, wrestling with God.
She bristled when parents of other soldiers said in television interviews that they knew why their children had returned safely — because of God.
"Didn't my prayers mean just as much?" she asked him.
Since Jorge's death, she has questioned her government, questioned the motives for the war. She has questioned the wisdom of leaving Mexico for the United States — whether her adopted country betrayed her. The cold shoulder, however, she has saved for God.
She says she's not going to ask for anything because she's not a hypocrite, but her reason for continuing to attend church is just "that's what you do." IMO, this is still hypocritical.For Rosa, going to church took on the drudgery of the routine — if she went at all.
"I used to go with my heart in my hand," she said. "Now, I go because it's a Sunday, and that's what you do."
She no longer asked God for anything. As her last prayers turned into earnest pleas for miracles — that authorities had made a mistake, that Jorge was still alive — her faith began to lose its timbre, like a fading echo.
She still believed, though; still believed God deserved respect.
"I'm not a hypocrite," Rosa said. "The way I feel right now — angry at him, hurt — I'm not going to ask him for anything. I'm not talking to him."
Rosa is looking for an answer - unfortunately she won't find one. She hasn't lost her faith completely. Eventually she will swallow the line that "God works in mysterious ways and we can never truly know his intentions." She will return to the flock even with this modicum of the faith she once had.Rosa is angry at God, and yet it's true, she said, that she loves him as an indulged child does a father who, at a critical moment, withholds a favor.
"I think one day I'm going to have to look for God and ask for forgiveness," she said. "I'm just not ready."