Eight years ago today, I sat holding my 6mo old girl and cried while scenes of devastation played out on television. I tuned in to the morning news in time to see the second plane hit the World Trade Center and continued watching well into the night and for days afterward, shooing my older children (aged 7 and 4) into different rooms so they wouldn't be exposed to such horrific images. The specter of survivors staggering away from the Towers, covered in dust and soot, desperate people jumping from the upper floors, and the search for bodies through the mountain of rubble are images that stick with many of us, I'm sure.
There were also scenes of hope: courageous emergency workers tirelessly putting themselves in harm's way, occasionally a rescue rather than a "recovery," an American flag waving proudly....
Like many other churches, ours held a spontaneous prayer meeting to pray for the families of the victims and for God's mercy on our country. How encouraged we were that so many seemed drawn to places of worship during this difficult time...and how discouraging it was to find that so many fell away quickly when the immediate danger was over!
No doubt, this world is just as dangerous a place today as it was eight years ago. We face economic and political uncertainty, violence, and mayhem on a smaller scale EVERY DAY. No doubt, our God is bigger than all of these things and nothing that happens catches Him by surprise! He wants to hear from each of us; He wants to give us peace and hope. Talk to Him!