Remembering 9/11
This is a repost–many times over–but a bit of a tradition. During this week when I’ve been so focused on promoting and marketing a new book, it seems vital to pause to remember a day that changed all our lives forever.
I remembering thinking on September 12, 2001, “What stories are going to matter now? How will they ever look anything but trivial?” But we always need stories. Mine, however, may have changed a bit after that day. Because suddenly it wasn’t just an academic idea anymore that life can change in an instant. That enemies lurked. But that even in that darkness, God is still there. A theme you’ll find in much of my writing.
In this piece, published by a local newspaper that week, you’ll see I pray that this would wake us up to recognize, and stop tolerating, evil. Looking at the world today, I fear we’ve fallen back into a slumber, since it isn’t our buildings tumbling today.
But it’s the Church. Today, I pray this same prayer again.
I
did not know you. I never met you. If I had seen you, you would have
been simply a face in the crowd. My thoughts never touched upon the
possibility of your existence.
yet when I heard of the tragedy of losing you, you were suddenly my
brother, my sister, my best friend. You were the comrade I never had
the opportunity to meet, the face I could sketch simply because of how
many faces you are. And every time I open my mind, it is to realize
anew that you were a person, you were loved, and now you’re gone.
a shock I never expected to feel, a pain no man, woman, or child should
ever have to endure. And I did not know you. How much worse must it
be for the widows, the orphans, the childless parents, the brotherless
sisters that were made on that day? How much worse again for those who
yet know nothing about the fate of those dearest to them?
is a pain no one should have to gaze on, much less be consumed by. It
is a piercing that should quickly tear down all barriers until there is
nothing left but a shaken humanity, a resolved people, a united nation.
It should induce the best in man when he looks at evil, when he sees
the dancing in his enemy’s camps. It should make him realize that the
sickness he feels, the death he sees is a presence to be ignored no
longer.
somehow this change in our lives will be used in a way to make us
better. I pray that as I walk down the streets of my untouched city I
never forget that it could be gone in a moment. I pray that as I pass a
stranger I remember to remember that he is not a stranger to someone. I
pray that soon all our fears are exhausted and we are left instead with
hope. And I pray that we never take for granted the greatness of our
nation, lest through our disregard it lose that thing that sets us
apart.
right words to those who are grieving, because there are no words to be
said. I did not know you. I never met you. All I can offer you is
the love of a face you have never seen and the prayers of a heart that
is reaching across the miles to the strangers it now calls brothers.
God enfold us in His arms until the terror goes away. May He settle
his peace over us until the rivers of tears run dry. May He comfort us
until we become victorious. And may we never forget that it is He who
will lift us from the mire. Today America has united in common
anguish. Tomorrow we will rejoice in justice. And all the world will
know that this is a nation that God has blessed and will never forsake.
Let us be the first to proclaim that.
I did not know you. I never met you. If I had seen you, you would have
been simply a face in the crowd. My thoughts never touched upon the
possibility of your existence.
tragedy of losing you, you were suddenly my brother, my sister, my best
friend. You were the comrade I never had the opportunity to meet, the
face I could sketch simply because of how many faces you are. And every
time I open my mind, it is to realize anew that you were a person, you
were loved, and now you’re gone.
feel, a pain no man, woman, or child should ever have to endure. And I
did not know you. How much worse must it be for the widows, the
orphans, the childless parents, the brotherless sisters that were made
on that day? How much worse again for those who yet know nothing about
the fate of those dearest to them?
to gaze on, much less be consumed by. It is a piercing that should
quickly tear down all barriers until there is nothing left but a shaken
humanity, a resolved people, a united nation. It should induce the best
in man when he looks at evil, when he sees the dancing in his enemy’s
camps. It should make him realize that the sickness he feels, the death
he sees is a presence to be ignored no longer.
in our lives will be used in a way to make us better. I pray that as I
walk down the streets of my untouched city I never forget that it could
be gone in a moment. I pray that as I pass a stranger I remember to
remember that he is not a stranger to someone. I pray that soon all our
fears are exhausted and we are left instead with hope. And I pray that
we never take for granted the greatness of our nation, lest through our
disregard it lose that thing that sets us apart.
to those who are grieving, because there are no words to be said. I did
not know you. I never met you. All I can offer you is the love of a
face you have never seen and the prayers of a heart that is reaching
across the miles to the strangers it now calls brothers.
until the terror goes away. May He settle his peace over us until the
rivers of tears run dry. May He comfort us until we become victorious.
And may we never forget that it is He who will lift us from the mire.
Today America has united in common anguish. Tomorrow we will rejoice in
justice. And all the world will know that this is a nation that God
has blessed and will never forsake. Let us be the first to proclaim
that.
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Roseanna M. White is a bestselling, Christy Award winning author who has long claimed that words are the air she breathes. Having successfully launched two homeschool grads, she now spends her time writing fiction, designing book covers, and pretending her house will clean itself. Roseanna is the author of a slew of historical novels that span several continents and thousands of years, as well as a fantasy series and contemporary mysteries and romances. Spies and war and mayhem always seem to find their way into her books…to offset her real life, which is blessedly ordinary.