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September 11, 20099
This essay was
hurriedly fashioned for a home-schooling project for my
younger daughter today and a remembrance for my older
daughter as I realized belatedly that I could use this day
as an opportunity for many good things. I am sorry
I've not had enough time to edit this as much as I would
like and it is rather raw, but the clock is ticking and I
have more work to do today. So without further ado:
What I Remember About 9/11
It was early in the morning when your dad called me. He
told me to turn on the TV. I remember that when I asked why
he just repeated that I needed to turn on the TV. He didn't
have to tell me which channel to turn on, it didn't matter.
All the stations were playing the same footage. At that
moment I joined millions of fellow Americans staring at
their TV screens in horror and shock with tears streaming
down our faces as the footage of two airplanes crashing into
the twin towers made our blood run cold. I began to
understand why your dad had not had words to describe what
was going on. The news channels did not have any answers to
the myriad questions swirling about like leaves in a dust
devil.
We had no idea who had perpetrated the attacks, or how many
more airplanes would crash into buildings, or which
buildings they would be. The not knowing was the worst.
Panic propelled parents across the nation to their
children's schools and daycares to collect their children
and gather them about like chicks to a mother hen. Every
school across America closed and dismissed all students that
day. The parents and schools knew that the schools were
utterly defenseless against this kind of attack, and no one
knew if those attacks would come, or when. Parents'
instinct of wanting their children close by won out that
day. Unfortunately it is an instinct that is too often
ignored in our society today due to social and economic
pressures. But I digress.
My first coherent thought was actually a praise to God. I
praised Him that he had led me to home-school our children
and that our children were safe at home with me. At least
if our neighborhood was attacked and one of us died the
living would not be left to wonder if the dead were alive
and where they were. I did not have to endanger myself or my
husband to rush to a school to collect our children, and my
children were never in as great a danger as those in public
and private schools were. (Large public buildings are
better and easier targets for attackers and seemed to be
what the attackers were going after that day.) I was so,
so, very glad and thankful that I had been obedient to God
and to my mother who had verbally told me to home-school my
children.
That very day we had a meeting with our attorney to
incorporate our company, Fritz Mechanical. I wasn't going
to go to the meeting, but due to the circumstances, I
bundled up you two kids and we headed up to Ted and Sunday's
place in the country where an attack is even less likely
than a neighborhood--smaller target, less population density
= fewer casualties.
While we waited for more news to determine if it was going
to be safe enough for us to keep our appointment, your dad
and I along with Uncle Ted, Grandma, Grandpa and you kids
all crowded into the small office around a small TV and
watched the repetitive footage of the Twin Towers being attacked. I think Aunt Sunday
had had to go to town to pick up Smokey and Sidney is why I
don't remember her being there.
At this point not even the more cutthroat news stations had
even hinted at a guess at who the perpetrators of this act
of war were. As I watched the footage of the planes fly
into the two twin towers for the umpteenth time suddenly
words that I had not thought, that were not mine and that I
had no way of knowing were true or not, bubbled up into my
mouth and spilled out: "It must the damned Islamists". It
had to have been the Holy Spirit speaking, not me.
Afterwards, I stood there thinking "who are the
Islamists??" Later at home I Googled them. But why would
the Holy Spirit curse? In retrospect, I don't think it was
a curse, but a statement of fact. To be damned is to be
cursed, and because the Islamists hate and have attacked
Israel and her allies over and over again, they are indeed
damned by God and I believe that many, if not all of them,
will burn in hell for all eternity. A good reason to preach
the Good News to the Muslim/Islamist communities, and also a
good way to get beheaded. But I digress, again.
In just a little while we got news that an airplane had
crashed into the Pentagon in an attempt to kill President
G.W. Bush or other members of congress who are important to
our nation. The Federal Aviation Administration gave the
order to ground all flights and were in the process of
getting all planes on the ground. No one knew how many more
planes would attack that day or if there would be other
attacks such as regular or nuclear bombs, chemical or
biological warfare etc... We also did not know where our
President was, but that's another story.
As flights were being diverted all across North America to
the nearest airports with room for them to land, we learned
of another airplane crash. This time the news was
bitter-sweet. United Flight 93 had been hijacked by
terrorists but had gone down before hitting its target.
This time an ordinary Christian and American citizen by the
name of Todd Beamer had organized a counter attack on the
terrorists and fought back. The plane ultimately went down
in a field in Pennsylvania, killing all on board but
ultimately saving hundreds if not thousands of lives and
probably even saved the United States Capitol from
destruction.
Finally all airplanes had been grounded. Rescue operations
were already in progress. Many were rescued from the rubble
of the Twin Towers. A large daycare had been in one of the
buildings and if I remember correctly most of the children
in attendance were killed. Many people lost children, many
children lost parents, many people lost spouses.
In Congress, Senators and Representatives, Democrats,
Republicans, Independents, etc... joined hands in prayer and
solemnly stood to sing "God Bless America" and other
religious hymns. All across America, churches were opened
to all for prayer and counseling, preachers gave impromptu
sermons and ministered to thousands who flocked to their
churches seeking refuge and comfort in Our Rock and Shelter.
We all looked to President G.W. Bush to do what was
necessary to keep our country safe. Democrats, Republicans,
Independents, etc...all said publicly and unanimously that
they would back whatever action President Bush deemed
necessary and appropriate to stop the events of that day
from continuing and/or happening again.
Bush was put in office by God (as all leaders are) and his
reactions and remedies to 9/11 kept this nation safe for his
remaining 7 years of Presidency. I can only imagine if Gore
had won that election. We'd all be praying to Mecca 5 times
a day or dead because we refused to convert to Islam at the
point of an AK47 held by a 10 year old boy soldier.
It was difficult
to go on and do the things that needed to be done. The
ultimate goal of terrorism is to cause terror. For
several days no airplanes were allowed to fly. I
remember being scared the first time I heard an airplane fly
overhead. Even to this day sometimes an airplane
flying overhead will startle me. President Bush
exhorted us to go about our days as normally as possible and
warned us that not doing so would be giving in to the
terrorists. Slowly things began to get back to normal.
But I will never forget the events of that day nor the
terror it spawned and I will do my best to not let others
forget.
Should the
unthinkable happen, should America be conquered by
Islamists, should we be overrun by crazed fanatics with
swords and guns I have already made up my mind to accept
death rather than to convert to Islam, for we are not to
deny Jesus, as the Islamists do. And so my dear and
beloved daughters, always remember that even if I die, I
still win.
Recommended
Reading:
Let's
Roll!: Ordinary People, Extraordinary Courage
by
Lisa Beamer
Because
They Hate: A Survivor of Islamist Terror Warns America
by Brigitte Gabriel
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"Right back at ya, buddy. Your Hindu caste system is nothing to crow about."
In reality, I do understand and even somewhat identify with Ghandi's observation that not all Christians are fantabulous people. The big obvious targets instantly come to mind; TV evangelists, the Roman Catholic child abuse cases, etc...
But really it gets closer to home than that. When fear creeps in sometimes it is hard to take that leap and do the right thing because we are scared it might somehow backfire on us and hurt us or otherwise contaminate ourselves or our loved ones. As to that, God didn't mean for us to live in a bubble. We need to get over our bad selves and not be afraid to sit down with the tax collectors and the other sinners as Jesus did.
Mark 2:15While Jesus was having dinner at Levi's house, many tax collectors and "sinners" were eating with him and his disciples, for there were many who followed him. 16When the teachers of the law who were Pharisees saw him eating with the "sinners" and tax collectors, they asked his disciples: "Why does he eat with tax collectors and 'sinners'?"
17On hearing this, Jesus said to them, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."
But I digress. Fortunately for all of us, Christ was perfect. Of course we are not. And therein lay the perfect opportunity to teach Gandhi about God's grace. Too bad he didn't have a firmer grasp of who Jesus is or how Christianity is different from other religions. Then maybe he could have gotten over the guilt of his adolescent rebellion "marked by secret atheism, petty thefts, furtive smoking, andmost shocking of all for a boy born in a Vaishnava familymeat eating." (Encyclopedia Britannicaa) And he wouldn't have had to spend the rest of his life trying to attain perfection which is an ideal that is not possible for humans to achieve here on this earth.
Don't get me wrong, he did a lot of good in the world. But so have countless other missionaries, preachers, teachers, and every day heroes who never get mentioned. Ghandi did try to improve the lot of the "lowest caste" of people in the Hindu religion by lobbying to end discrimination against them and even went so far as to change their name from something akin to "untouchables" to Harijans (literally children of God) but ridding Hindu of the caste system all together would have done a great deal more good for the Harijans. In effect, Ghandi himself was an example of the pluralism, double speak and contradictions of Hinduism. However, this is to be expected in any religion or society which believes that truth is relative.
In almost 41 years of living, two lessons I have learned is: never tempt God; never say never. The other one is: human beings will never fail to disappoint.
Thank God we do not have to earn our way into heaven because none of us ever could. Romans 3:23 For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, (24) and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.
We are all in a different place in our walk with God, some are just toddling, others are running a race. But God places obstacles for each of us to learn from and overcome. Occasionally we trip over those obstacles and sometimes even get injured because of the natural laws God put into place (like gravity, or harvesting what we reap). But we are all still learning and no one, NOT ONE has it completely right yet. Don't ever let anyone fool you into thinking they do. But in the end, God's grace fixes all of it.
We're not answerable to Ghandi nor any of his Hindu deities. We as Christians are only answerable to God who is omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent and totally understands ALL the details of EVERY situation and EVERY life, unlike religious leaders and false deities.
I pity Ghandi and all who have not come to Christ. In the end, their efforts at being perfect, or even being "a good person" will come to naught. Only God's grace, his free gift of salvation and the changes that occur in our hearts when we truly accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior will ever afford any of us this thing called "inner peace"; the peace that surpasses all understanding during this lifetime. Of course the benefits of accepting Christ in the eternal perspective are beyond what we can imagine, and beyond the scope of this article.
So for now, let us gather our strength to do the only thing that really matters on this earth; let us spread the gospel to every nation, to every people, to every person so that as many as possible may be saved.
2 Peter 3:9