Never Forget

September 11, 2001

I was in the second grade 14 years ago. And if it weren’t for the tragedy that was 9/11 i wouldn’t even remember this day if it were akin to any other normal day of second grade. But it was different.

My second grade class had the opportunity to go to the computer lab to play games and practice our typing. We only got 2-3 days in the entire school year to go to the computer lab, so it was a special day. Looking back and remembering i should’ve assumed I would’ve been pulled out of school, but it didn’t occur to me that I would leave school early that day, though it was obvious since all of my fellow classmates got called down to the office to go home with their parents.

When it was my turn to leave, I was mad, because of the rarity of computer days, i didn’t want to leave. But when my name was called, I dutifully walked, or was escorted to the front office. When I got there my mom was waiting with my older brother who was in third grade at this time, to go home. I don’t remember if my little brother was at home or not, or if he was with my mom too, but hey, that’s a minor detail.

When we got home my dad was home too. This was a weird occurrence since my dad didn’t usually get home until 4:30-5 every afternoon. As soon as we walked in the den (living room), what I saw was every television we owned had been brought into the den and turned onto a news station that was broadcasting the news of the terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and the hijacked plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. Each screen televised the destruction and chaos that was happening across America.

The enormous loss of life still gets to me, and chokes me up, remembering the first responders who rescued those trapped, and who gave their lives in place of others. Remembering the passengers of flight 93 who gave their lives in order to protect more loss of lives of other american citizens. How the country came together to help and support and lament over this attack and massive loss of American lives, is one of my fondest memories.

It is unfortunate how in 14 years how our country has changed and how the younger generations don’t remember or care about the 9/11 attacks. How just 14 years later we are now mourning the loss of law enforcement officers who are being killed across American in senseless acts of passion and hate. And how people are turning on one another because they are getting offended over the stupidest things.

But just like after 9/11 I have hope. My hope is in Christ and that He will return. I have the knowledge that Christ is on His throne. He is ruling and reigning. I have peace in the knowledge that Christ came and died on the cross for me. He died to pardon my sins so that I could find favor in the presence of God. But He did not come just for me, He came so that all mankind could have favor and to be washed in the blood of Christ.

My Anchor Holds.

Victoria

9-11-NeverForget

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly trust in Jesus name

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly trust in Jesus name

Christ alone; cornerstone
Weak made strong; in the Saviour’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of all

When Darkness seems to hide His face
I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil
My anchor holds within the veil

Christ alone; cornerstone
Weak made strong; in the Saviour’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of all
He is Lord
Lord of all

Christ alone
Christ alone; cornerstone
Weak made strong; in the Saviour’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of all

Christ alone; cornerstone
Weak made strong; in the Saviour’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of all

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless stand before the throne.

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