September 11, 2001

I walked onto the trading floor of the Chicago Board Options Exchange and saw a television showing smoke pouring from one of the World Trade Center Towers. 

Ten years. Three thousand lives that day. Over 6000 lives in the wars since. Some people struggle daily with the loss of a loved one. Some want to pretend nothing has changed, and go back to comfortable ways of September 10.

I can’t really say much. I just don’t write that sort of thing very well… I’m sure any number of other blogs will say what I want to say with a great deal more eloquence.

I just know I never again want to feel that awful horror I felt that day. The anger, frustration, helplessness. Fear, fear not for myself, but for countrymen of mine that I’ve never met, and never will.

It’s odd. I don’t get terribly disturbed by people dying in storms, or plane crashes. Nor the thousands of Americans killed every year on our highways. I rarely feel outrage over any of the thousands of run-of-the-mill murders in our country.

But just one American dying at the hands of an Islamic jihadi brings forth a pure burning fury.

Never forget.

Never forgive.

May God Bless America.


5 thoughts on “September 11, 2001”

  1. Thanks for this. It was the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes this morning. I’ll be attending a special worship in just an hour or so at my church and know I need to be with Christian brothers and sisters today, so it will be perfect for me.

    I was in a staff meeting at the church where I was serving and giving the morning Bible devotion. One of the secretaries interrupted our gathering and was very upset. At first I was not shook up much, but as the day progressed and we started receiving hundreds of calls at the church from upset parishioners, we chose how to respond. I prepared material for the pre-confirmation class I was scheduled to lead that afternoon, and the pastor and I prepared a special service that was held in the sanctuary that evening while the administrative staff got out the word about the service.

    Grieving for me had to wait. My job was to help others deal with it as Christians who are called to trust God and love one’s neighbors and enemies. Over the course of the next year or so, I was blessed to be part of the lives of our parishioners who shared their stories about how this significant event on 9/11/2001 changed their lives forever…in a very good way.

  2. Yet, our own media reminded us incessantly as this tenth anniversary approached that Muslims who fly in the US still “carry the baggage of 9/11”, as if we are not only mandated to forgive, but are only obligated out of good manners to forget.

    I am as tolerant of Muslims as they are of me. Individually, as well as collectively. If they choose to live peacefully alongside me, I will be happy to do so. If they think I should die because I am an infidel, then death is good enough for them. If the “Arab Street” in Cairo or Damascus wishes the US destroyed as the “great satan”, then the destruction of those cities and those who wish our demise bothers me not at all.

    Someone will have to tell me why that is less than fair, or less than reasonable.

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