No, doubt every blogger with even a drop of patriotic blood flowing through their veins will unleash upon the inner tubes their “unique” take on 9/11: Honor the troops. Don’t build the mosque. Build the mosque! Burn the Koran. Don’t burn the Koran. We will never forget. Remember 9/11. Todd Beamer was a hero. FDNY Forever. NYPD. Honor first responders. Restore honor to our nation! Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Don’t misunderstand me. I love my country and hate what happened on 9/11. But, it is very possible that everything that can be said, has indeed been said since the day that forever altered the way we live…think…exist.
For those that lived though it, September 11, 2001, can never be fully scrubbed away from the fabric of our psyche. Neither should we attempt to. But as we commemorate the ninth anniversary of the unforseen attack on our country, I have a question.
When was your last 9/11? I mean personally. Have you ever found yourself weeping amidst the rubble of the collapsed towers of your fondest dreams? Have you ever been chased by the swirling lung-clogging maelstrom of your greatest fears and darkest failures? Has the fear of the next attack, the next barrage, or the next ambush ever paralyzed you? Much like we were that dark September evening after the sun had set, the skies had emptied, and our hearts lay barren and exposed before the world? Has the weight of a seemingly hopeless situation ever morphed in to anxiety, despair, or even terror?
What does one do after your personal “Twin Towers” have collapsed, your own “Pentagon” is on fire, and your “Flight 93″ has plunged and disintegrated in a farmer’s field? Where do you find peace? Where do you find answers? What to do…what to do?
Not to oversimplify, but you learn from history. You do exactly what we did as a nation back in 2001. Our churches were full on the Sunday after 9/11. Our knees were bent. Our minds turned upward. Our hearts turned to God…to prayer…to where we should have been all along, but weren’t. (Look up 2 Chronicles 7:14 when you get a chance.)
By the mercy of God, we have not suffered another terrorist attack on our home soil. Another may come, we can’t know for sure.
For us individually, we most certainly will face devastation and tragedy at some time in our lives. For some of us, time and time again. The storms of life know no prejudice. Hard times favor no one person over another.
So, why wait until then to give our attention to our Creator? Why not willingly bend the knee now? Why not turn our hearts to Him today? Why not put our trust into the One who will not fail?
Then when that “day of adversity” comes and our “Towers” have crumbled and lie in ruin, our lives won’t…