Where were you? (9/11 Tribute) ♥

It happened. Thirteen short years ago on this day. The unthinkable. The awful, unthinkable.

That morning we realized we were not safe at home. It hit us like a ton of bricks that had an agenda to crawl into all of the deep, dark places of insecurity and fear. It succeeded.

Today I am praying for the people who suffered immense loss because of a senseless act of terror.

I am praying for children who would come home to one less parent. I am praying for the husbands and wives who were forced to face “until death do us part” that September morning. I am praying for the families of the emergency workers who responded so quickly and heroically, and who are no longer able to grace the earth with that beautiful presence of theirs. 

And I am praying for the group who perpetrated the act. Yes, I am praying for them. Because we experienced the monumental loss as a nation because they are lost.

One of the most iconic things to come from 9/11 is Alan Jackson’s beautiful Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning, and I can’t get it out of my mind or off of my heart this morning.

It is something so many turn to in remembering that day. We become nostalgic and recall where we were when it happened, how we found out, and our shocked reactions.

For me, I was in a safe, loving classroom at an incredible elementary school. My teacher was probably teaching something about fall and how the leaves change colors. Or how we put one and one together and get two. Or how the letter “J” makes a “juh” sound and we use it to spell words such as jump, jam, and jolly.

And now, I understand all of those things. The leaves keep changing colors, addition methods remain constant, and I feel that I have mastered the art of using “j” in a variety of words. None of those things changed. But it seems that everything else did.

The way we view national security, the way so many view and treat other religions, and for a brief period of time, it changed the way so many lived.

Churches were packed and people were clinging to whatever they found strength in comfort in. They wanted understanding.

Others have turned Alan’s lyrics around and angrily questioned God.

“WHERE WERE YOU? Where were you when the world stopped turning? When so many lives were lost and so many families broken forever? Why, God, would you let this happen?”

And in a world where nothing really makes sense and things like Nine Eleven take place, our God is THE ONLY THING that makes sense. The only thing that matters. The only place we can truly find strength and comfort.

So many people went home to see King Jesus that day. 

Join me in praying for those families, those people affected, and for our leaders who are constantly making decisions concerning the evil that is present around the world.

Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,  and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Philippians 2:9-11

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