Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Remembering 9-11

It's been a busy day, but I wanted to spend just a moment reflecting on this important day.

I remember waking up a bit late that Tuesday morning and, as is my habit, switching on my computer to see what's happening. The first thing I saw was a picture of the WTC and an explosion. My first thought was to wonder what new movie was coming out. I clicked on something else. More about something at the WTC. Then I started reading. Karen joined me, and we soon made our way to the TV. We sat there for the next several hours--really, the next few days--just watching. In those moments, our world changed. The fact that we were expecting our first child (the ultrasound was September 10) only served to heighten the sensations of helplessness, fear, confusion and anger.

We watched it all: the replays of the planes hitting, the recovery effort in the midst of more building collapses, Pres. Bush's visit to Ground Zero, the memorial service at the National Cathedral. Some older than myself say the Kennedy assassination came close to producing that feeling of national shock. Those still older can recall the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. All I know is that life will never be quite the same again. The rules of the whole world have changed. It falls on us to figure out what the new rules are and move forward. To a large extent, we've done that. Our military has, and is still, engaged in one of the greatest struggles of the modern era. A danger unlike any other now hovers over us, waiting for our guard to relax. New madmen seek to conquer the whole world, not with great armies of soldiers, but with armies of religious teachers aided by a small band of terrorists.

As we look back on these past six years, where do we stand? We have made real progress on many fronts, yet we seem weaker on the home front. We wrestle with answering the most basic of questions: Is American great? Many are jealous of our power and prosperity. Many seek to advance a dogma of socialism, so that all may be equally miserable. Many have lost all knowledge of the source of our greatness: trust in the Almighty God. Let us take this opportunity to once again sear the images of that terrible day into our minds, so that we may never forget the reality of the new world that surrounds us. And let us all do what we can to help America remember her Creator and Sustainer. God bless America!


Travis said...

Well written.

Karen said...

Small quibble, beloved: you didn't turn on the computer that day, I did. I was getting ready to send our baby girl's ultrasound pictures to our family. And I called you into the room because I thought it was a preview for a new movie or game.

I remember the sickening realization that it was real. I remember wondering how we would raise our as-yet-unborn baby. The ecstatic joy of just 24 hours before - turned into something fearful and ugly. Not a day I will ever forget.