Window Into My Reality

9 years later, and this day is still a day to be remembered. But it's the "how" that is the important part of remembrance. 9-11-01 should be remembered not only as a day of sorrow but as a day of victory. Victory because the attacks did not keep this nation down, we did not crawl up into a ball of fear. Instead we kept on living...almost in defiance of the terrorists who sought to hurt us that day. Some like the pastor who wanted to burn the Islam holy book on this day...not only makes Christians look bad, but also Americans...and to be honest, it gives more power to the dead terrorists than they should have. Whether we agree with another's religion is beside the point. It is how we treat those we disagree with that either gives credence to our own beliefs, or reveals us as liars. Besides, books should never be burned. But that's another post. Remember the Heroes of this day, the fallen, the survivors, those who still grieve for lost ones...never forget. And do no...

Some events are so powerful, so tragic, so widespread, that they leave their mark on you even if they didn't directly effect you. I lost no one when the Towers fell 6 years ago on September 11th, but as an American, and as a Christian, I lost brothers and sisters in the spirit if not in the flesh. I was at work that morning. It was back when I was the opener for the YMCA. I was chatting online with a friend when suddenly she told me that a plane had hit the Twin Towers. It was a while before I had found a radio to turn on, so for a while, she was my source of information. And then the Pentagon was hit as well. I remember feeling devestated just hearing about these events. My shift ended at noon and I hurried home and watched the endless TV coverage. I still tear up thinking about it. I remember being so confused that my church didn't call for a prayer meeting that night, that we went ahead with our original plans...a Woman's Aglow meeting that only mentioned the tragedy in ...