I Remember {We All Know Where We Were}

She’s sitting in her high chair, gold hair curling around her face.  Smile as big as her face.  There’s a constant drumming on the chair’s tray.  She delights in making her spoon an instrument.

I can hear her giggle.

Her chair is positioned between the living room and dining room as only a change from tile to carpet separates the two.  I am in the kitchen warming her food; she is in the high chair (mostly) so I can contain her.

I am frazzled.  Worn out.  I have realized long before this moment that stay-at-home life isn’t for me.  But I love this little girl something fierce, and I am determined to parent her with all the strength God provides.

As I settle in the chair to feed her, I flip through the channels.

No.  More.  Kids.  Shows. Really.

By 8 am, I have had all I can take of prancing puppets and dancing Doras.

I stop on Channel 3 – the Today Show – just minutes before the first plane slams in the North Tower.

Matt Lauer speculates – Accidental?  Intentional?  Others chime in.

The reporters are bewildered.  There’s no time for prepared stories or planned reactions.  Planes are crashing into buildings.  Victims are jumping from windows.  Burning buildings are falling.

Ash spilling from the sky.  People running from debris.  Reporters scrambling to find words.  More planes crashing to the ground.  Sirens blaring toward danger.  Men and women running to the rescue.

To the rescue.

 

First responders  – police, firemen, ambulance drivers, and bystanders – rushing into flaming buildings to rescue their fellow man.  Risking and losing life for the sake of another.

Wow.

They went to rescue twelve years ago.  Many losing life in hopes of saving another.

To the loved ones of those who lost their lives – regardless of nationality – I stand with you today, praying and remembering.

He came to rescue thousands of years ago.  Him losing his life in order to save you and me.

To those who do and don’t know Him as their Rescuer – regardless of nationality – I stand with you today, praying and loving.

I can ask question after question about 9/11.  Why?  How?  Still, I’m often left with more questions than answers.

I can ask question after question about our Rescuer – our rescue.  Why?  How?  Still, I’m often left with more questions than answers.

I will never know all the answers to why and how. But I can know who.  I can know the Who of the Bible – Jesus – my Rescuer.  The one who died on the cross for my sins  – your sins – so we could live eternally.

I pray as you remember the tragedy of 9/11/01 today, you also remember that in the end – Jesus wins. He conquers death.  Terrorism. Injustice.  All of it.

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