It’s a long time.
This day, ten years ago,
left us feeling personally vulnerable.
But fierce for our country.
Engagements and marriages.
Pregnancies and children.
New airport rules.
New songs on our iPhones.
We swore we’d never forget.
It was plastered on McDonalds’ marquis and on church bulletins.
Cold pews were warmed and prayers raised up.
Red, white, and blue
colored every American corner and byway.
And it’s not that we’ve forgotten.
But life’s moved on.
It had to.
Because if we hadn’t continued to live,
the evils faced on that September day would have won their fight.
But if we don’t stop to remember
9/11 would be made waste.
So, while we carefully unwrap the 10 years of life and living,
just to stop still
on billowing smoke and fire,
brave men . . .
and every. single. brave heart
who has held onto the vulnerability of remembering
while relentlessly taking life by its horns in the face of grief….
And we stand in awe
in the hope and anticipation,
how our God will transform those September ashes into
God shed His grace on Thee.