Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remember


It was a cloudless day where we sat.  Enjoying our supper as a family with the patio doors open.  Oblivious in our everyday goings-ons, for it was simply the eleventh of September. That night we heard.  The radio was on. What does go on in one's head when they hear the tragedy of a century?  In a way I didn't know how to respond.  Did anyone?  The servants did.  The fire-fighters, those who died rescuing, or trying to, the police, the desperate parents.  Now, on 9/11/11, a decade later, we remember.  What do we remember?  Why do we remember?  We remember tragedy, because it is worth remembering.  It makes us think about things we might not want to think about, or remember.  Death, and what comes after that.  This is America, so is it that we must keep the dream alive?  Is it that our schools teach we are really are just all a sinful race under a loving God?  Or perhaps we are all brought to that fact when one whom you love dies with someone elses loved one?  When the nature of a human is to search for the truth - when we search for HOPE.  What reason do we have for hope?  For living a little longer here in this infested pit, only to go on to join them in who-knows-what?  I ask again - what reason have we for hope?  The churches in New York, and all over this fading country, were filled.  Did they come to share a dish at a potluck, and stay to chat?  There was uncontrolled weeping, some breakouts and wild rants of pain.  There is no question that pain exists.  If you want an anonymous show of hands, ask a group who in the room have felt alone, pained, and hopeless just at least once in their life.  We all know what that is.  We all will have more, we all have had some.  If you haven't, your in for some.  I know this. 

John 16:33

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

As Christians, this world is not our home.  We cry in agony for it, though we would let the dust and clay crumble beneath our feet.  Let only those who are perishing know this home we have found.  There is more
after death.  For the believer and the un-believer alike.  But, Oh!  That all would choose the better way! 
 
There is hope, for we know the darkest day in the history of mankind took place on such an unexpected day, two thousand years ago.  The Son of God took on all our pain on Himself.  He did this for a reason.  So that when tragedy comes, as it will, we will know He has overcome the world, and that we may have peace.
This day of remembrance, lets remember.  Lets remember where our hope comes from!

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