Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Matthew 28:20
September 11 is a date that’s imprinted on our national consciousness and will take generations to fade. But it’s September 10 that stays with me somehow. It’s just the other side of a line of demarcation, perhaps the last day of an era before the chaos.
September 10, 2001, was another hot late-summer day in south Florida, like the infamous day that would follow. I imagine New Yorkers went about their business, absorbed by the daily trials and rewards of life in the city just like I did that day. I chatted with a good friend over lunch. We complained that a restaurant we liked had gone out of business. How could they? The baseball pennant races were on, important enough to make the front pages of the papers. I seem to remember thinking it was about time I should make my plane reservations for a trip home for the holidays if I wanted a good fare. I didn’t give it a second thought. Why should I?
Since then, nothing has been quite the same. But on that September 10 none of us could have possibly known what the future held. We’re not given that knowledge. That’s what stays with me about this day. The complete uncertainty of tomorrow.
Yet we are given a knowledge far greater than the ability to see the future. I know, with the utmost certainty, that whatever unexpected events the next day may bring, God is with me, today, tomorrow and forever. Hallelujah! His love and protection are always ahead of us, guiding our way through uncertain times.
Alan Jackson’s “Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning” http://youtu.be/gPHnadJ-0hE