Where were you?
Americans have been asking themselves and one another that question for seventeen years. Answers range from school to work, from vacation to home. Many can only say they remember hearing about it, as they were not even born, yet or were just babies.
I was here in my kitchen. I had just finished eating breakfast and was listening to an audiobook. The day had promised to be warm and sunny, so I was planning on opening my windows to enjoy the weather.
The phone rang, and I remember thinking how strange it was for my husband to call me early in the day.
“Have you been watching the news?” He asked.
“No,” I said, “why?”
“You might want to turn it on,” he said.
I hung up the phone and turned on the TV. To my horror America had been attacked.
I kept the news on all day. I remember feeling so cold, even though the warm, late summer breezes were blowing through the house. I even made myself a cup of coffee to warm up and covered myself with one of the blankets I always keep on my couch.
Fear made chills run up and down my arms, and I couldn’t sit still. From the kitchen to the living room I paced, from front door to back door, listening for what I did not know.
I didn’t have family in New York. In fact, I didn’t even know anybody who lived there. I felt as if I did, though, and the silence of no planes in the skies unnerved me.
I’m a history nut, and most of the books that I write take place in the past. Remembering 9-11-01 makes me wonder if the generation before me felt as I did when Pearl Harbour was attacked. Did they ask themselves for years afterward, “Where were you?”
What about even further back when men from their own country arrived on their doorsteps with rifles and muskets? Were they shocked wen the folks of their own communities began burning and luting their neighbors’ homes and businesses over property rights?
Here is the most frightening question of all: What makes us think it won’t happen again?
As long as sin is present in this fallen world, hate will exist and manifest itself. In ancient times, peoples went to war with rocks and clubs, knives and axes, hands and teeth. With nothing more than a bow, arrow and fire, Native Americans could burn down an entire village. This alone should make it obvious that guns are not the problem.
But, I am getting sidetracked.
It shouldn’t take a tragedy to bring us to our knees in prayer, but it does. Our nation is attacked, and we call on God. Our loved ones are killed or injured, and we flood the churchhouse. We lose our health and/or ability to function, and we beg our friends to pray for us.
As long as Jesus lives, there is hope.
Darkness does exist, but it cannot overcome the light. I promise.
John 1 KJV
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 The same was in the beginning with God.
3 All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
4 In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Where there is light, darkness cannot exist.
So, c’mon, you Christian soldier, show the world your light can shine.
Get on this Gospel ladder, and don’t be afraid to climb.
Can’t you hear the angels cheering? soon the battle will be o’er!
We’ll celebrate the victory when we reach that other shore! — They’re Holding Up The Ladder by the Easter Brothers
Where were you on that day? Where are you now?