This is a continuation of yesterdays post.
Have you ever forgotten something-a date perhaps-that had significance? For example, there are serious consequences if you forget your wedding anniversary. 🙂 Your spouse’s birthday. Your child’s birthday. A ring-the-bell day when a person walks out of the cancer ward for (hopefully) the last time. The date when a loved one dies.Â
A date of significance. Like 9/11. I’m ashamed to admit it sneaked up on me. I’ve been so busy, so preoccupied with other stuff that the 25th anniversary of the terrorist attacks (and that is what they were in spite of what the Socialists or that Canadian newspaper spout off) on the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and (the plane that may have been headed to the White House but went down in a field in PA due to some heroic actions of some passengers). 25 years today. 25 YEARS AGO TODAY!!
Like many other adults old enough to remember, I can still tell you what I was doing that day. I confess that I knew very little about the Twin Towers that fateful day. What happened in NYC was not even a blip on my radar, until… I watched the news reports hoping to see or hear of people rescued alive. More often than not, it was the opposite. I vividly remember the pictures of people covered in dust, soot, and all sorts of stuff as they tried to get away from the scene. I shuddered every time I watched the planes hit the Towers and the pure evil it took to pull that off. I remember the 1-year anniversary and the special program several pastors and I in Sandusky, OH put together. I said I would never forget. I almost did. May it never be!
Even more importantly, may I never forget or take for granted the life poured out and the blood spilled on a rough hewn cross on a hill called Calvary. An act of heroism that has changed lives for over 2000+ years. MAY I NEVER FORGET!Â
May we always remember . . .
Blessings, Bill!
Amen Martha!
I recall that day extremely well, very sad day indeed. I watched a lot of stories about that day, and also how many sons and grandsons came back to rebuild the towers their fathers or grandfathers built. Someday I would like to get to the ground zero memorial.
Our Lord and Savior not only changes our lives here, but has changed our eternal destiny. May we always remember the greatest gift of grace and the blood spilled to redeem us.
It is hard to forget. It should be harder to forget what Jesus did
I was in the World Trade Center once. I think it was the North Tower. In 1990 or 1991, I met an airline executive on the 70th floor for a job interview. The job wasn’t in the building; we met in the offices of the New York Port Authority (the Port Authority included regulatory supervision over the airports). I was eventually offered the job, but turned it down. And then, 10 or 11 years, that building and its twin were gone. I saw the site again in 2004, the only part of lower Manhattan where silence reigned.
WOW Glynn. Thanks for the story. That was one of those “But God” moments.