I remember it well; Tuesday September 11, 2001 was already a day of great value to me. It was my wife Pam’s Birthday. I was recovering from a life-changing surgery. We all chose not to try to have a party that day due to the fact it would only create more things Pam would end up having to do. “My” life was complicated, “I” had things I wanted to do and “I” could not do them. Mom’s car needed a mechanic’s touch. She gently scolded me for driving to the repair shop and, insisted on riding with me to make sure I drove properly for a man in my condition. I playfully scolded her for driving a Cadillac I had to take all the way down-town Birmingham for repairs while Pam was at work. “I” just wanted things to hurry up and be normal again. “I” was tired of all of “my” hurts and “my” pains.
Then the towers fell.
My life–controlling problems were lost in a moment and were no longer the most important things in my little world. The “I’s” and “me’s” faded into a day of infamy. A great sorrow seized us all that day. The aches of my body and the frustrations of my life changed focus at 8:46 a.m. when the first plane slammed into the North Tower, (collapsed at 10:28 a.m.). Our fears became crystal clear at 9:03 a.m. when the second plane hit the South Tower, (collapsed 9:59 a.m.). As the story continued to be written with the Pentagon also being hit and then the heroic effort of United Flight 93 as it crashed at Shanksville. We did not know the exact name of the enemy, yet we knew this was a coordinated, cowardly attack aimed at striking fear in the heart of Americans.
The world noticed; not our fear but our resolve. I am proud to be an American Christian today. Chaos is a reality in our world and we are not immune to terrorism and its effects. So often in his efforts to break the spirit of man Satan fails to consider the Spirit of God that abides with man.
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