Why is it when some personal tragedy happens in most peoples lives, they blame God?
I have heard countless of times, “if there is a God how could he let such horrible things happen to people?”

The latest book I read is called “The Shack”

“Mackenzie Allen Philips’ youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation and evidence that she may have been brutally murdered is found in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later in the midst of his Great Sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting him back to that shack for a weekend. Against his better judgment he arrives at the shack on a wintry afternoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he finds there will change Mack’s world forever. In a world where religion seems to grow increasingly irrelevant “The Shack” wrestles with the timeless question, “Where is God in a world so filled with unspeakable pain?”

What a powerful book with such peaceful insight.
I am not a religious person and still hold that same status, but among the religious/spiritual references spattered in with living in this present time, colored with humor, I found an answer that offered personal satisfaction.