September 11, 2012
Remembering That Day
Remember the days of old; consider the generations long past. Ask your father and he will tell you, your elders, and they will explain to you.
1 Samuel 20:23
And about the matter you and I discussed-remember, the LORD is witness between you and me forever."
Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.
All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him,
I remember the time John Kennedy was assasinated but I don't remember the exact moment. I was too young. I remember seeing Neil Armstrong walking on the moon but the pictures and video were a grainy black and white. I vividly remember September 11, 2001. Eleven years ago I walked out of a morning meeting and heard the news from a colleague about one plane crashing into a building. A few minutes later I joined many of my co-workers and watched the tragic events unfold right before my very eyes.
Numb and in stunned silence many of us tried to go about doing our jobs but that became almost impossible as we each quickly made phone calls home and to other family members to let them know what they already knew. My oldest son Zach was stationed in the Middle East and my way of contacting him was by e-mail. I sent him a short message and didn't hear back from him for five days.
I remember how beautiful the September sky was that morning in the midwest; clear blue. And I remember the following days when the skies were silent from the roar of jet engines as the country began to come to grips with the gruesome attacks. The next few nights the stars and moon were alone in the darkness.
I remember the countless prayer services, the community gatherings, the newspaper headlines. I remember the pause of professional sports teams with their schedules. I remember the elected members of our country gathering on the steps of the capitol solemnly united.
I remember thinking that the world had changed forever. I remember feeling helpless and filled with an immense sense of despair. Like so many, I asked God for understanding.
Today I remember those who were murdered or gave their life that day.
Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay
,” says the Lord.