Five Years Ago

I spent the morning watching the memorials which were televised, and also watching MSNBC's re-broadcast in real time of that fateful morning. Along with everyone else who was awake, I have a crystalline memory of that morning. Not just of the events as they unfolded on my TV, but also the emotions which battered me like getting caught in the impact zone of an overhead wave and tumbled. Thoughts of my kids at school, were they safe? Wondering what this meant. I remember that stunned silence when the second tower fell, and in that moment which seemed to teeter on the abyss of a loss of reason, Peter Jennings quietly breathing "My God."
I remember what flashed through my mind....the Scripture that just popped up....
and its interesting that with a few minimalist brushstrokes, I can convey an image of that which everyone would recognize. Something which would have just looked like an odd abstract on Sept 10th, 2001.
I also remember that even in that day of despair, there were glimpses of good that echoed back to God. The startling images of people running in terror away from that scene of devastation...but also the images of another group of men, grim with determination, who were walking TOWARD that storm. Heroes who, for that glorious moment, reflected the heart of The Hero, and reminded us that there WAS and IS hope. I remember seeing angels.


Five years later. May God grant peace on earth.