Friday is the anniversary of a day that will live in infamy for me. I remember so vividly walking in to the library at Carlisle High School, passing through to the study hall room when Ms. Vanessa Haun, with tears and a shaky voice met me and asked if I had heard about an airplane hitting the World Trade Center.
We quickly got a TV out and hooked up to the cable-just in time to see the 2nd tower hit…
I remember the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I remember the questions that flooded. I recall the one know-racist and anti-American student who laughed and celebrated and caused me to come unglued.
And I remember praying. Praying like I had never prayed before.
I remember watching the towers fall in on themselves.
I remember the initial reports of possible casualties upwards of 50,000 or more.
I remember the somber “relief” that the number was far lower.
I remember when the third plane hit the Pentagon, which actually was the event that made me feel the most vulnerable, as that represents the center of the military that is our nation’s defense…
And then he news of flight 93 going down, with the revelation over the next few days of the heroism exhibited by passengers.
And I remember the sadly brief unity our nation nearly saw. Unity to seek justice.
Yet somehow, 14 years later, we now have a nation and leadership that won’t even call such at tacks “terrorism”. A nation that now is offended by everything, and is afraid of insulting those who practice the religion that is at the core of those attacks in 2001. The religion that has perpetrated ongoing attacks in a smaller scale all around the world since then.
I am no war-monger. Indeed I am tired of the loss of life,with far less of a strategy than we had post 9-11. I grieve for those who gave their lives only to have the near victory surrendered to Islamists who are far worse than the enemies we faced a decade ago.
I am grieved that we have an administration that has chosen the path of evil, the path of surrender to cultists of Satan who are Hell-bent on destroying this nation. Instead, we ratcheted up the entertainment, the prosperity “gospel”, and made hollow sales pitches based on unbiblical ideas. And now we have a nation more spiritually dead than ever, so easily offended by the slightest hint of offense.
I am disgusted that our nation has so rebelled against God that the wholesale slaughter of millions of unborn babies barely stirs more than a minority of citizens, even when confronted with the butchery and profiteering coming from it.
We have become a nation of the offended. The slightest “offense” is grounds for riots and looting. Those in highest office have fostered a spirit of hate for law enforcement, claiming that police have declared an open hunting season on Black men, while actually encouraging the daughter of police officers.
I long for the unity we nearly saw right after the sorrows of 9-11. Many turned to God and the Bible, giving an open door for genuine Christians an opportunity to live out the Apostle Peter’s instructions To “always be prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you…” (1 Pere 3:15). An opportunity to draw people together in the Gospel.
And now in the United States of America,smoke public schools are teaching the “5 Pillars of Islam”, while the mention of “Jesus’ Name” is forbidden. Where even a school band is barred from playing music the MELODY from a Christian hymn.
Where Christian, biblical values are the enemy, and where those who live in open rebellion against the Word of God are lifted up as brave heroes.
Come Sweet Jesus!