We all remember where we were on that dreadful day. I was at home with Jonathan that morning. I watched live as the second jet flew into the World Trade Center. I shed tears with the rest of our nation wondering how such a thing could ever occur. About the time, I began to get numb from the shock of the nightmare, the first tower collapsed and the pain broke free in my soul once again. It is hard to believe that it has been ten years. The memory of that day still pierces like a knife in the soul.
I guess the hard part of the memory is not what happened on September 11, 2001, but what life was like before the horrible disaster. Do you remember when the Oklahoma City bombing was the worst act of terrorism on U.S. soil? Do you remember when catching an airplane meant walking to the gate with your family, kissing them goodbye and them getting to watch you taxi to the runway? Do you remember when the only friction for our military was to enforce a no-fly zone over Iraq? What about the time we allowed our kids to experience freedom without our watchful eye? Yes, the world has changed since that day and we have changed with it.
Sunday we will remember. Like every natural and man-made disaster, it is a reminder that we are living in a fallen world. Sin is ugly. Sin hurts. Nevertheless, we have a Savior who came to defeat sin. One day he will return to put an end to all this pain. Just remember, the reason he tarries is so more people can be added to His Kingdom. There will continue to be pain and sorrow until the trumpet of the Lord sounds. However, in Jesus, we live in hope.