A Day of Remembrance...

I sit here quietly after hearing the news; a reminder to pray for the families and loved ones of those who lost their lives six years ago today on September 11th. None of us will ever forget that fateful moment in time, will we? I was on my way to work when a distraught reporter on the radio; moved with great emotion and fear, said one of the twin towers in New York City had been hit. A plane gone off course perhaps; surely a horrible accident!?! Then I walked into my place of employment where it is usually very quiet; a loving and peaceful place to work. That day in history was different and is still etched in our minds; made fresh again as we remember. Several co-workers stood around a TV screen in the football office as we watched smoke billow out of the first tower. Suddenly, another plane smashed into the second tower. We knew it was no accident. Something horrible was happening to our nation. Our safe place had been violated. Shortly after that we heard about the Pentagon and a plane that had gone down in a remote countryside somewhere in the northeast. Were they all connected? Was this the beginning of WW III... on American soil?!! It was like a nightmare; surely we would wake up in our familiar comfort and ease; surely this wasn't happening... but it was! I wanted my family! I wanted my kids and grandchildren, especially Corey and Amy and their children who lived in the Metroplex. I wanted them to come home; to be in my house. I wanted them out of the city; out of reach from the sound of planes flying overhead. I wanted all of us to be together; to hold each other; pray together. God please intervene and make sense out of this violence! The horror was not over. As firemen and policemen quickly went into the buildings to rescue and help people who were still alive in the Twin Towers, suddenly and within seconds the huge skyscrapers fell and huge billowing clouds of dust and smoke enveloped the city for blocks and miles. Very few who were inside lived to tell about it. Nearly 3,000 precious people died that day. War had come to America. Ungodly and wicked men; radical Muslims who hate and desire to do evil even at the cost of their own lives. Such deception dictated straight from the enemy of our souls and embraced by foolish men. They wanted to destroy America with no care or thought for innocence; only hate, murder and destruction possessed them with a false hope of going into eternity to molest however many virgins they believe are promised to them. Such perversion; a people lost and hopeless. Yet we who believe; we who have received Jesus into our hearts have hope. All is not lost, and we know more than ever that we must go to the ends of the earth to tell the Good News. He is alive; the God of all that is will have a people from every nation, tribe, and tongue who will worship Him. He made a way for us... and them, through the sacrifice of His only begotten Son, Jesus; through His suffering, death, and resurrection, He has made a way. If only those who are lost and searching for truth can know and turn their hearts to this loving Savior. Lord, help us to reach out to even those whose plans are evil and not good. How will they know if we do not tell them? How will the violence ever come to an end if the Prince of Peace is not revealed? So we say, "Here am I Lord; send me." We will go to a lost and hurting world with the power of love, justice, and Truth as our weapons; even when some would say it can't be done.