Five years later

On this day, five years ago I remember most vividly my reaction to the event of the day. I was awaken by my wife, after working the night shift, and walked into the front room to see the second plane hit the World Trade Center. Needless to say, I didn't return to sleep that day. I watched in disbelief as the networks replayed the first attack and as the towers fell into ruin. As the anger welled up, I remember wishing that there was something I could do. I went to work that evening, not feeling like working at all. As I drove that night to make my delievers, it was the strangest and most serreal night I've ever remembered. Not a plane in the sky, the whole sense of the night was eriely quiet. I was not a Christian at the time, I was an American and we had been attack, and I was mad as hell and ready to go to war. They had kill inocent men, women, and children for no good reason. I wanted revenge and was willing to fly a plane into one of their buildings if given the chance. As I said, I wasn't a follower of Christ Jesus yet. I was mad, madder than I had ever been before in my life.

I'm not mad today. Today, I'm thankful, thankful for His coming into my life, thankful that today, I can pray for those who are so blinded by their hatred and self-centeredness. Today, I can say, Thank You Jesus for all You do and all Your about to do. As the world fall into choas and fills with smoke and ash and the cries of those being hurt and killed echoe thru the air, I can sing Your praises and rest in that fact that You and You alone are in control of all. Thank You Lord Jesus, Thank You.