I will always remember where I was on September 11, 2001. I had just walked into the office of the Recreational Outreach Center of Germantown Baptist Church, getting ready to start another glorious work day. I had no idea what was about to unfold.
My boss at the time called me into his office and showed me the replay of the first plane hitting one of the World Trade Center buildings. At that moment, no one had any idea of what had just happened. We thought it was an accident.
But when the second plane hit the second building, there was no doubt. We had witnessed a terrorist attack perpetrated on our own soil. After that, everything would change.
It blows my mind to think that there are college sophomores out there who weren’t born yet on that infamous September morning. So many out there are too young to remember the cold dread that many of us felt as we were glued to any television we could find to try our best to figure out what in the world had just happened.
In the end, nearly 3,000 people lost their lives, including many first responders. Years later, people are still succumbing to the aftereffects of that day, including many who later developed cancer due to being exposed to the fallout.
If at any time, we as a nation and a people forget that day, then all those people died in vain. We must always remember what we lost and how so many were brave in the face of terror and sacrificed so much, including their lives. We must always remember how we for one brief shining moment rallied together as a country and were united for a season.
I hope and pray that we never see anything like that again. I also hope and pray that we never forget that even on the worst of days how God was able to turn even the the most heinous evil into good.