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Friday, September 9, 2011

Do You Remember Where You Were?

BEFORE YOU READ THIS BLOG, WATCH THE FIRST VIDEO STREAM. 


I was sitting in my office after only nine months as the pastor of a church in West Virginia.  My representative from our Missions and Ministers Board was sitting directly opposite of me talking about the financial security my family would have with retirement, etc.  I got a phone call from my wife with a panicked sound in her voice.  Since she was a school teacher, a call during the day was odd.  She told me about the first plane crash and they were bringing in a television to watch the coverage in her classroom when suddenly she said another plane had it the other tower and I knew our lives was about to change.  We prayed in my office for the situation and I had wanted to rush to the house for a strange reason but I had offered my help with a funeral for a friend.  It would not be for several hours till I could get there, but when I did, I went to the nursery and picked up a sleeping little Stefani, only three months old and held her close to my chest.  Life in America had changed--for me at 45 and her at only three months.

Repay them for their deeds and for their evil work; repay them for what their hands have done and bring back on them what they deserve.  Psalm 28:4

The stories of strength, faith, and endurance for the nation will be repeated over and over this weekend.  The first body removed from the debris was a chaplain for the NYFD.  While this year the mayor of New York will have no religion at the event, you will never be able to remove from the minds of those who survived the mercy and grace God showed that day.  If you were shocked into disbelief by the actions of those terrorists, go, hug a fireman, a police officer, medical personnel, and your child no matter how old they are, and remind them, God is still on the throne. 



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