Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Comfort, comfort my people, says your God.
Today marks the 11th anniversary of 9/11. But, I will always recall this infamous attack on our nation as if it happened yesterday. The horrific images, like the scorching burn of a branding iron, seared in my mind.
It is morning planning time for me. I have just ushered my homeroom students from our portable classroom to begin the school day in the main building. Settling down at my desk to grade papers, I flip on my radio to catch a favorite talk show.
I'm working diligently, only half listening, when the bulletin breaks. At first, I can't believe what I'm hearing. Don't want to believe it. How could this possibly happen?
The details aren't clear at first. I'm picturing a small, two-seater plane which ran off course or out of fuel, crashing into one of the Twin Towers. Coverage is non-stop but sketchy as reports trickle in.
Then, with reporters on the spot and prepared cameras rolling, another plane dives into the second tower . . .
There is no longer any doubt in my mind. Our country is under siege. I am frightened. Confused. Incensed. And, in prayer . . .
I have a full day of teaching, or trying to teach, before I can see my own teens about whom I'm worried sick. What else could be a target today? A school? A mall? The capitol?
How am I going to comfort my children? Comfort the students who have surely heard the heart-wrenching news, and who will be descending upon my classroom any moment?
My only relief is that my portable has no television. The images in my head are horrific enough. So, imagine my dismay when I pick up my children after school, and find out they've been exposed to these gruesome, terrifying pictures all day long!
Their eyes say it all. Glazed over with shock. Swollen from tears shed. We hardly exchange a word on the drive home.
But, when we arrive and are safely through the door, there are hugs all around. I hold each one tightly and tell them how much I love them.
"Mom," my son, Daniel, says in a choked voice, "it's awful to watch, but you have to see it. You won't believe it otherwise."
I go upstairs to my bedroom, shut the door, and reluctantly turn on the television. The images are worse, so much worse, than ever my mind's eye had imagined. The levee breaks. All the pent-up emotion, held in for the sake of others, washes over me, flooding my soul with sorrow.
Bitterly, I weep . . .
By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion ~Psalm 137:1
Where were you on 9/11?
Please pray with me:
Today, Father, we remember in prayer the victims of 9/11, their families, and their friends. We pray that Your peace and comfort will surround them as memories of this tragedy are especially poignant on this day. May Your mighty hand rest upon and bless our nation that we might remain safe and secure in all the days to come. Amen.