Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Where were you?
9/11 has become the new Kennedy assassination event.
I can remember people saying, "Where were you when Kennedy was assassinated?" and then a long story would ensue. It always bothered me that I couldn't remember where I was - I assumed I was at home with my mom, doing something that a young toddler would do.
Then I found out it happened 18 months before I was born - go figure.
Now the question has become, where were you when you heard about the attack?
I was milling around my ladies Bible study room, getting ready for the study to begin. It was 9:15 a.m. on that Tuesday morning and the women were just starting to trickle in. There were two new ladies attending the church at that time, Carla and Lucy. I didn't really know them well. They came bustling in the room and pulled me aside.
"We just heard on the radio that two planes flew into some buildings in New York City. We thought you should know."
I'll never forget the look in their eyes.
What? Two planes? The room was filling with women and there was a bit of a buzz, plus a lot of confusion - were there two planes or did a plane hit two buildings? As I quieted the women down to start the study, we decided to pray for the families of the people on the planes and for the people in the buildings.
Ten minutes later our building manager knocked on the door. The Pentagon was also hit. I think that's when it hit me. I don't know why it took me so long but hearing that Washington was a target made my heart sink into my stomach. We stopped the study and prayed for President Bush and our leaders. We prayed for the families again and we prayed for ourselves. It was a very strange feeling.
We did finish the study that morning. I can remember calling Dave on the way home. He had gone and picked up our son at the local high school. They assured him in the office that Calvin was safe, but Dave said to them, "He needs to watch the coverage of this. This is a turning point in the history of our nation."
The rest of the day we all sat glued to the television. Do you remember when the towers fell? Do you remember the smoke and debris filling the streets? Do you remember the people running for their lives? How about the brave fire fighters who risked and lost their lives that day? What about all the amateur camera footage? The people holding pictures of their loved ones as volunteers sifted through the rubble?
What a time for our nation.
So, please comment for me. Tell me where you were when you heard about the attack. Keep it short, but this is a good exercise in remembering.
One final note - the verse that stayed in my mind during those initial days was from II Timothy 1:7 - "God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and love and discipline." I told my ladies at study, "We are believers in Jesus Christ. We have nothing to fear. The world needs to see a different reaction from us that what they are seeing around them."
It was a powerful time for a testimony, don't you think?