I’m not sure what the point of this will be, so if you’re expecting something well-framed and crafted you might want to leave now.
While browsing around aimlessly on the internet, I came across the online archive of the AIDS memorial quilt, and I was struck with a profound sense of… injustice. Frame after frame, life after life, thousands of people rendered down to nothing more than cloth and memories. Some were saints, some were villains. Most were just… people. They lived, they loved, they struggled, they triumphed, and then they died. How many people will I never have the chance to befriend because they were in the wrong place, with the wrong person, at the wrong time? How many families still bleed from the sudden loss of one who should have had many years left? How much have we lost to… a fluke?
I was touched by the Vietnam memorial, horrified by the Holocaust museum, but this… is just so different. Its too much. Where is the compassionate God in all of this? People killing people is wrong, but at least I can understand human nature. We have free will. AIDS is no choice, only random chance. Anyone can get it, and they will die. Some slowly, some fast, all with pain. For a large portion, the cause of death will be listed as something else. Where is the good in it? Why would God inflict such horror on people without discretion, reason, or hope?
Where is the justice in such a world?