Most of us remember where we were when we first heard that a commercial airliner had crashed into one of the twin towers of New York’s World Trade Center.
Today we reflect, as best we can, on the immeasurable pain of those who lost one of the 2751 victims from 90 countries. We remember the courage and trauma of rescue workers, and of the survivors who walked or were carried out of the wreckage.
Before we go to sleep tonight, many of us will see a replay of at least two of the three skyscrapers that collapsed into their own foundations before the end of a day that changed our lives.
The world changed that day:
It changed for those families who were directly affected by the tragedy.
It changed for US citizens who now share a new sense of vulnerability.
It changed for people of Arab communities who have been unfairly associated with the hi-jackers.
It changed for US individuals and families who would end up making the ultimate sacrifice in the resulting war on terror.
It changed for citizens of Afghanistan and Iraq who have lost more sons and daughters than we have.
Seems to me that the best way to honor those who have died is not just by saying, “never again”, but by loving rather than hating, by listening rather than shouting, by reaching out rather than pulling in, and by valuing people for whom Christ died– wherever they live.
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