Twenty years is a long and short time. Long for those who don’t pause to reflect, and short for those who do.
If you were alive then, you can remember where you were when it all happened on 9/11. I gathered with others around a little TV in my office, stunned and bewildered at the tragedy unfolding a few thousand miles away. Those thousands felt like inches for us Americans, and all of us lived the horror of our beloved country being attacked.
Somehow, that tragedy unified us. The media messages were not filtered by political opinion, and neighbors who’d never met were talking to each other, caring for each other, and living out the fellowship shared by those who experience tragedy.
I don’t want disaster to hit anyone, especially on such a significant level as what happened twenty years ago. Personally, I know loss occurs. When it does, we who are left should choose to love, support, and unify so that healing can happen and lives can go on.
The God of all comfort comforts us so that we can comfort others.
2 Corinthians 1
On this 9/11 remembrance day, I will remember where I was. I will reflect on what it means to be an American. I will hit a reset button on loving and cherishing the freedoms under which I live. I will thank God in heaven for all that I have, which is so undeserved.
Peace!
Todd Stocker 