September 11

September 11, 2011: Ten years, and I find myself grieving all over again – the sorrow, the
bewilderment, the disbelief that such a monstrous thing could happen, the anger.  Today, just as in the personal traumas of my life, it is knowing God that allows me to feel the feelings, slog through them all, and finally come out whole.   Jesus Christ is a plumb line that steadies me when faced with the treacherous swamps of fear, anger, despair, and bitterness, and brings me through them, perhaps  muddied somewhat,
but intact.

I suppose people of other faiths have their own aids through such crises.  It is hard for me to imagine any comfort nearly so accepting, understanding, and healing as the love of Jesus.

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2 Responses to September 11

  1. Kim says:

    First, Susan, I realize I have missed your last few postings, all the way back to April! Such good ones too. Please always send me your e-mail notification when there is something new here!

    September 11, 2011. The day our world changed forever. I remember an acute sense that our country had turned a sharp corner, and that there could be no going back to what once was.

    Through the decade that has passed since that terrible day, I have gone through so many changes in my perception of the hows and the whys of the tragedies of 9/11. On one hand, my heart still grieves for the loss of all those lives and for their families and for the ones who survived it with permanent scars on their bodies and spirits. On the other hand, my heart has hardened and become distrustful of the official version of some of the events of that day. Oh, I’m not a truther who thinks planes didn’t really fly into the buildings, etc. But I don’t believe that we’ve ever gotten the straight, unadulterated truth without omission and without alteration. I don’t know what the whole truth is, but I am so distrustful of government nowadays that I can’t even appreciate the official ceremony that is scheduled for tomorrow, which seems to be more of an attempt to whitewash history. So much dirty water over the dam at this point. I just feel disheartened by it all.

    Like you, though, if it were not for my Lord Jesus and my absolute confidence in His trustworthiness and faithfulness, I would despair. He is also my plumb line, and His word and promises are sure. I am so thankful that He is sovereign over it all.

  2. It is clear that on September 11, 2001, we were attacked by terrorists on our own soil. We lost many lives that day, those in the buildings, and those brave first responders.

    It is also clear that this was an attack on our way of life: freedom, free enterprise, democracy. The Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and the attempt on the White House are clear symbols of our ideals.

    It is also clear, and this weekend is a powerful and surging reminder full of hope, that the American dream with all of its ideals lives on, that we are a strong, courageous, generous people. We want to do right. We sacrifice for others. We rise to the occasion. The stories told this weekend and during the week are stories of grace, of God working through this nation.

    Individually we shall aways know heartache, grief, loss, tragedy and Jesus Christ pulls us into the cross with him. He heals.

    This was a national tragedy and God will heal us. He is already healing our nation. New towers will rise over the rubble. We will rise, or die with freedom on our lips.

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