September 11, 2001 Memorial

As I look back at the happenings on September 11,2001..I am still heart broken
The day it happend, I sat there watching the newscast and thought
can this really be happening? I watched as the second plane crashed into
the World Trade Center. All I could think of was those poor people on the
plane and in the tower. How could this happen? Why did it happen?
Well, the how is easy....wicked, cruel people in this world. That's how.
The why is another story. It is hard to answer that question.
And for most it will never be answered until we meet our Maker and then
He will explain. But we are never going to understand. We hear the reasons
behind the attack. We can make sense of the "suicide" terrorists.
They did it because of their religion...they believed they
were doing the correct thing.

I remember watching a news conference where
they had interviewed a little boy and he truely HATED America and Americans.
You see he was brought up that way, he did not know any different. He was
taught in school that we (americans) are the enemy. We are terrible people.
So as I sat there and witnessed the cheers from those people..happy at what
had happened. I felt hatred. I was angry. Even though I knew why they
felt that way, it still hurt. Those being taught to HATE Americans...they are
also the victims I believe. They are being brainwashed.
The ones who are behind all this, are the ones to be held accountable. And they will be
one day, if not on this earth, then in heaven. God will deal out their
punishment.
I wanted to make a page for those lives that were lost. I wanted to do
so much more. I prayed and still pray for the survivors, for those
touched by that tragic event.
I pray this page touches you and offers
some comfort.
God bless,
Kricket

A Tear Fell

A tear fell, and was heard around the world.
Morning broke, bright and clear.
A new day, full of hope, full of promise.
Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters-
Family. They kissed, they hugged, they said goodbye.
They would meet again,
Meet when the duties of the day were fulfilled.
Then a tear fell, and was heard around the world.
The unspeakable came to visit America,
Land of the Free.
Human-filled missiles. Balls of fire from the sky.
Twin towers. World icons. Now ominous infernos.
Open mouths, stares of disbelief.
Then, in a moment, the towers were gone.
A tear fell, and was heard around the world.
Piles of rubble remained where hours before
Thousands appeared for a normal day of toil.
Dads, moms, sons and daughters-
If they forgot to say goodbye they never would.
Gone in a moment, gone in horror, hurled to their
deaths.
America rallied. More important, the World rallied.

A tear fell, and was heard around the world.
Rescuers by the hundreds died
When the behemoths came down.
The hopeless, the helpless, jumped to their deaths,
Hundreds of feet in the air, plummeting like birds,
Forgotten how to fly.
But they will not be forgotten. Ever.
A tear fell, and was heard around the world.
Broken bodies, broken homes, broken dreams.
The cries of those buried alive went unheard.
But some, by the mercy of God, were saved.
Somehow, some way, their angels found them,
Hovering there, weeping, praying.
Calling on that very God their nation had forgotten.
People died that autumn day.
People died by the hundreds.
Defenseless people died without warning.
From the air, they died. From the towers, they died.
They came to rescue their fellow man, and they died.
A monument will rise there, on hallowed ground,
For a tear fell, and it was heard around the world.

-Kirby Jonas, September 11, 2001
New York City Fireman

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DO IT AGAIN, LORD
written by Max Lucado

Dear Lord,
We're still hoping we'll wake up. We're still hoping we'll open a sleepy eye and think, "What a horrible dream."

But we won't, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes did gouge towers. Flames did consume our fortress. People did perish. It was no dream and, dear Father, we are sad.

There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no longer heal. A church has lost her priest, a classroom is minus a teacher. Cora ran a food pantry. Paige was a counselor and Dana, dearest Father, Dana was only three years old. (Who held her in those final moments?)

We are sad, Father. For as the innocent are buried, our innocence is buried as well. We thought we were safe. Perhaps we should have known better. But we didn't.

And so we come to you. We don't ask for your help; we beg you for it. We don't request it; we implore it. We know what you can do. We've read the acounts. We've pondered the stories and now we plead, "Do it again, Lord. Do it again."

Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit. You can do the same for us. Do it again, Lord.

Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel of death. We have children too, Lord. Do it again.

And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them. Joshua? Remember his fears? You inspired him. The women at the tomb? You resurrected their hope. The doubts of Thomas? You took them away. Do it again, Lord. Do it again.

You changed Daniel from a captive into a king's counselor. You took Peter the fisherman and made him Peter an apostle. Because of you, David, Went from leading sheep to leading armies. Do it again, Lord, for we need counselors today, Lord. We need apostles. We need leaders. Do it again, dear Lord.

Most of all, do again what you did at Calvary. What we saw here Tuesday, you saw there that Friday. Innocence slaughtered. Goodness murdered. Mothers weeping. Evil dancing. Just as the smoke eclipsed our morning, so the darkness fell on your Son. Just as our towers were shattered, the very Tower of Eternity was pierced.

And by dusk, heaven's sweetest song was silent, buried behind a rock.

But you did not waver, O Lord. You did not waver. After three days in a dark hole, you rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and turned the darkest Friday into the brightest Sunday. Do it again, Lord. Grant us a September Easter.

We thank you, dear Father, for these hours of unity, Christians are praying with Jews. Republicans are standing with Democrats. Skin colors have been covered by the ash of burning buildings. We thank you for these hours of unity.

And we thank you for these hours of prayer. The Enemy sought to bring us to our knees and succeeded. He had no idea, however, that we would kneel before you. And he has no idea what you can do.

Let your mercy be upon our President, Vice President, and their families. Grant to those who lead us wisdom beyond their years and experience. Have mercy upon the souls who have departed and the wounded who remain. Give us grace that we might forgive and faith that we might believe.

And look kindly upon your church. For two thousand years you've used her to heal a hurting world.

DO IT AGAIN, LORD. DO IT AGAIN.

Above All, Love Each Other Deeply.
1 Peter 4:8

Lord, make me an instument of
your peace; where there is hatred,
let me sow love; where there is
injury, pardon; where there is doubt,
faith; where there is despair,
hope; where there is
darkness, light; and where
there is sadness, joy.
St. Francis of Assisi

Thanks Linda!

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