We all know exactly where we were when we first heard or saw
the pictures of the smoking Twin Towers on September 11. I was about to head to
work at the church when my husband called me and told me to turn on the television.
I sat there in stunned silence barely comprehending what had happened; it
seemed so surreal.
Several weeks later we flew to New England to see the beauty of the fall leaves. Everywhere we went, American
flags were flying—on porches, barns, shops, restaurants, and fences. America
was united by the threat of those who seek to destroy our people, our land, our faith, and
our freedoms.
During my lifetime, I never recall another point when
America sought God as we did then. The tragedy resulted in higher numbers of
people in church and in prayer. When life is clearly out of our control—whether from
sickness or disaster or war—we realize how much we depend upon God, our
only hope for peace and protection and comfort.
What are my takeaways on the 10th anniversary?
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