September 11 is tomorrow. This was written a few days after the attacks and so on the anniversy of the terrible day, this is dedicated to hope, peace, and most of all Our Father's love that is endless.
7:45 am September 11, 2001
I woke up this morning to the sound of two hungry cats and a full bladder. I scooted the cats off the bed and headed in to the bathroom to answer the morning request.
Some people need their morning coffee to start functioning; I need TV. As I headed for the bathroom, I turned on the set that is in Judy's and my bedroom. That's when I saw the towers.
My first response was, "Oh my!"
Then I heard the voice of Peter Jennings saying that the Pentagon was bombed and that a 757 crashed in a suburb of Pittsburgh. Then my response turned to "My God, we're at war!"
Then finding out that the White House was targeted along with Air Force One, I became enraged. It was hard to understand what was coming before my eyes, the nation's eyes. So much destruction...so much life destroyed. All for what?
I guess briefly, this whole episode appears to have the essence of a James Bond movie.
Like most of us, it's been hard to take in all that has happened. My emotions run the gamut from numbness to raging anger. The memories are etched into my mind and I call upon the Lord for comfort. Nevertheless, itís hard to find comfort when late at night your mind drifts back to those terrible scenes and you wonder, ďwhatís in store for the rest of us", as if we as a people deserve this mindless act of violence. Nevertheless, violence doesn't quite seem an adequate word to describe what happened and what is still collapsing in our souls. I guess the best way to describe it is a combination of rage and fear. I don't want to admit it, but they both have been my constant companions this last week, especially late at night when the house is all-quiet.
Days are different. Days are easy to deal with and it's easy to ask for comfort for all of the families and friends whose loved ones are now evaporated from their lives. Other days however, the rage is so strong that I can't feel the comfort or I don't want the comfort because my land, my country has been wronged and some of us want immediate revenge, not justice.
But this event in our lives has done something to the American spirit. Not since World War II have we as nation put aside our differences and united to fight a faceless enemy; an enemy I might add, who does not care for life, not even their own.We must not make the same mistake that our parents and grandparents made in the days after Pearl Harbor. The Japanese Americans in the days after Pearl Harbor were harrassed, threaten,and eventually sent off to "farms". The Arab Americans who love this country, have been wrongly accused of being in cahoots with the mindless devils that did this. Let's remember that they may have lost loved ones also and have cried with us.
Again, I ask, all for what? What cause did they want us to understand? We are dealing with crusaders for an oppressive religion, not a government per se. It's been explained that they take their own lives along with unwilling souls just to hob knob with fallen Islamic leaders in Heaven. Religion - no, scratch that - a relationship with the Living and True God calls us not to blow up innocent lives, but rather gives us a gospel of peace that transforms lives. We are also called to love our enemies and pray for mercy on their souls; why? For vengeance is that of the Lord and we are called to love mercy, for it is what saved us from our fate.
A good example of mercy shown to enemies of God is the Book of Jonah. The city of Nineveh was away from God. God sent Jonah to preach salvation. Long story short, Jonah ended up with bleached skin and smelled of whale vomit, and Nineveh wound up being saved through God's mercy. But it is so hard to call on God's forgiveness for those who did the horrific act of murder. I mean, a drunk driver just crashed our car through our very own living room; how do you forgive someone who did that to our lives?
I'm mad, hurt, enraged. Yet, through it all, God is still in control. My emotions will drive me to do incredibly stupid things and say somethings that I will soon regret, but I will still listen to the still small voice, which cannot be taken away from me for guidance, wisdom, patience, peace, faith, hope, and most of all love.
In the movies, the scriptwriter knows how the story will end. I hope in our case, James Bond still gets the bad guy.
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I don't live in the US, but in India where I have lived through a day when 8 bombs went off at different places in the city (each targeted to be full of innocents, such as hotels, the stock exchange etc.), I have lived through riots, I too have experienced the pain, the rage, the lack of understanding - the eternal "Why??". But if we don't LOVE our enemies, we are no better than the Pharisees. "Lord Jesus, I pray that Osama Bin Laden and all terrorists throughout the world are blessed. That they may come to a realisation of You. That they may repent, be purified and be saved. And one day be mighty witnesses to Your Glorious Mercy, Love and Forgiveness. Amen."