Ten Years Later
It was a little harder finding a seat in church this morning, but I found one.
Ten years ago this time, it was standing room only. Church felt like the safest place to be. ‘Surely no one would dare fly a plane in this building.’ I remember feeling, ‘Jesus lives here’.
My saliva turned cold when I received news that an airliner hit the South Tower at the World Trade Center.
Fear had a taste.
My body trembled and got goosebumps as I watched a fiery four story hole in the North Tower with black smoke billowing up into the sky.
Anxiety had a feel.
My eyes burned with anger as photos of Osama Bin Laden were time after time displayed as the master mind of this calamity.
Terrorism had a a face.
My nose curled as I gripped my steering wheel after being cut off in traffic by someone who looked vaguely middle-eastern.
Hatred had a scent.
My ears became weary of the 24 news cycles about tragedy, vengeance and impending doom.
Exhaustion had voices.
September 11th 2001 heard the thunderclap of terror and it began to pour distress outside. Church that day was the awning of comfort everyone ran to hide under. Everyone was going to stand under it until the rain passed.
Ten years later, it has never stopped raining and though the downpour has turned into a light drizzle, all of us have gotten wet. All of us have some way some how been affected by this tragedy.
Many of us have taken our lives back and started to fly again, conduct business again and trust again.
Let’s lift up in prayer the families who lost loved ones at the Pentagon, in Shanksville Pennsylvania and for those lost and suffering in New York City. Let us continue to pray for the fathers and mothers, the brothers and sisters, the sons and daughters fighting in the military.
I pray for those who came under the awning again, to find comfort.
Matthew 11:28-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
