Friday, September 11, 2009
8 years ago, at just about this moment, I was preparing to go to my weekly Bible study.  I had the radio in my room set to the local NBC channel and was listening to the "Today" show, when word came across that a small plane had hit the World Trade Center.  Just minutes later, we realized the awful truth.

Our country, our fellow citizens were under attack.  Confusion reigned.  Fear was everywhere. What would the next target be?  How many planes carrying terrorists had been grounded, and allowed those men to walk free to attack another day?  How many people had lost their lives?

Would life ever feel normal again?

And, as it should be, time has softened the pain and made the events of 9/11 recede in our memories.  But today, on the 8th anniversary of the worst terrorist attack ever on American soil, let us just take a few minutes to think about those who were killed on that day.  They were mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, sons and daughters.  They were you and I.  

2,997 lives lost.  2,997 families who were left forever scarred.  Those lives deserve to be remembered.  

1 comments:

Claire said...

Amen. We did a devotional today about 9/11, and I've been emotional and teary-eyed all day. I'll never forget.

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