Today marks the 15th anniversary of 9-11. I saw something interesting this week. For those who are entering high school this year, 9-11 didn’t happen in their lifetime. I was thinking that for most college freshmen, they have never lived when there wasn’t a war on terror. James was 4 years old – most freshmen this year would be a year younger. A 9-11 remembrance has always been part of their lives.
It really is hard to believer that it has been 15 years, since that fateful morning. It was a clear blue sky in Upstate New York and I was in my office working on a sermon for the following Sunday. Pam came over to tell me that a plane had flown into one of the two towers. 15 minutes later she came over to tell me a second plane struck the other tower. This was too much to be an accident – especially considering the weather in New York on that morning. As I reflect back – both of those were flights originating in Boston and flying to the west coast. There is a high probability that both flights that ended up flying into the towers that morning flew very close (albeit at a much higher altitude) to our small rural church in Upstate New York.
It was following that second crash, that I went in to our house and started following the terrible news. For the next few hours the news would only get worse. Next a plane flew into the Pentagon – then a plane crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. What next — Pam had gone to get lunch for us – I was scheduled to go into work at noon at RadioShack. James was nearby as the first tower fell – I cried for the people. Then the other tower fell and I hugged James and held him close. That was the main focus of our time at work that day as we helped our customers – most whom were in shock as well.
I remember the day almost as vividly as the day it happened 15 years ago. To close this post tonight I want to share Psalm 91:
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”