Anniversaries can sting. The recollection of the death of a chid. The days of counting since the dissolution of a marriage. The remembrance of a horrific event. That is today for we who call ourselves Americans. As we watched the events unfold thirteen years ago, we made note of where we were, what we were doing and how the days to follow were clouded by the dull numbness of shock and the feeling that we were, in fact, vulnerable.
The sense that we are susceptible to attack. The feeling that no place is safe. The gravity of our barrenness. That is how we are. And that is where God meets us. When we are broken-hearted and vulnerable, God meets us there. When we are under emotional barrage, God saves us. When our blue-sky life is suddenly darkened by the smoke of despair, God steadies us. And in our vulnerability, He whispers, “I am here.”