Where is God when we suffer? Answers from a priest, a rabbi, a Buddhist, a Muslim, an atheist

Why was I spared from Amtrak Train 188’s crash?

By Daniel Burke, CNN Religion Editor

(CNN) “i think the Amtrak i just got off just crashed in philly.”

I texted that note to my wife on the night of May 12. Less than an hour earlier, I had been riding Amtrak Train 188. I got off, as usual, in Wilmington, Delaware, one stop before Philadelphia.

The train left late from Washington, and the air conditioner was wonky, but the trip had been otherwise ordinary. I walked home from the station and glanced at Twitter, where I saw this:

My friends and family know I commute via Amtrak, so I posted short messages on social media to let people know I was OK. I was a bit rattled because I’d been sitting in the front of the train. It looked, from the few images I could find, like the first two cars had caught the brunt of the damage.

But my life hadn’t been in danger and I hadn’t witnessed any harrowing scenes. I don’t believe in fate, I wrote half-seriously on Twitter, but maybe I should.

Soon, notes like this starting rolling in.

Others suggested that God had spared me or angels had saved me, and I should be grateful. Which I am. But to whom? And for what?

As a religion reporter, I’m usually on the other end of those questions. Just this month, I wrote a story about how Buddhists and Hindus view natural disasters like Nepal’s devastating earthquake. Now my questions had boomeranged back.

As the Amtrak crash casualties became more clear — eight dead; many more badly injured — I didn’t feel lucky or saved. I felt sick.

The morning after the wreck, a friend asked how I’d slept.

“With a bottle of bourbon and two Tylenol PMs,” I joked.

The truth is, I hadn’t slept at all.

By Thursday, the trains were running again between Wilmington and Washington, and I walked back to the station. Passing a newsstand, I saw the faces of the victims displayed on front pages. An unsettling wave of sadness, empathy and guilt washed through me, flushing my face and welling in my eyes.

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