A Reflection On 09/11/2001

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Today marks the 12th year since our nation was attacked by terrorists who flew planes into the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon. Twelve years since 9/11. It’s odd how just the simple mention of those numbers still stirs up so much emotion in me. I’m still angry at times. I’m still sad at times. It’s completely true that this is my generation’s “JFK”.

Even with the terror and uncertainty of that Tuesday morning, one thing still stands out to me more than anything else:

For just a while…for just a few days…there was no black or white, no male or female, no rich or poor…we were just Americans. People cried together and mourned together and clung tight to one another and gave blood and sacrificed for one another. We talked about community and love and peace and God. I especially remember all of the talk about Jesus…some good, some bad, but we were having the conversation.

Now, over a decade later, our nation is splintered again. The gay marriage question, pro-life or pro-choice, financial ruin, racial tensions…these things have caused us all to point the finger at one another.

September 11, 2001 was indeed a tragic day. But out of that tragedy – if only for a few days – we saw what this world will be when Jesus Christ establishes His kingdom.

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:28)

Be blessed…