We were given a prayer on our way out of Church today. I would like to share it:
Almighty and Ever-Loving God,
we remember September 11, 2001,
and pray for all those who were
affected by the terrible events of that day.
We remember, with love and respect,
all of those who went tragically to their deaths.
We remember those who still suffer from their
injuries of that day ten years ago and pray for
their recovery. We remember the still
grieving families and friends and all who
lost loved ones.
Gracious Lord, comfort all who mourn,
embrace all those in sorrow, give courage to all who suffer.
Continue to console them in the hope that all who trust in You
will find peace and rest in Your Eternal Kingdom. Bless them
with Your presence and surround us all with Your love.
God of peace, who vindicates all injustice, bless all those defending
and protecting our country and its ideals of freedom and liberty. God
of all nations, look with love on this world and on its people.
Restore tranquility to all nations and bless the work of Your creation.
Heavenly Father, answer our prayer and bring us hope through Christ,
Your Son. May Your kingdom of justice and of peace reign and may the
earth be filled with Your glory. Amen.
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Church was so touching today. Not only because of the patriotic hymns or the meaningful sermon, but because of the Scripture readings. How fitting (and a complete God-incidence, for sure, as these readings were chosen decades ago) that we were to hear Sirach 27:30-28:9 "Wrath and anger are hateful things.....the vengeful will suffer the Lord's vengeance......Forgive your neighbor's injustice," Romans 14:7-9 "For this is why Christ died and came to life, that He might be Lord of both the dead and the living" and Matthew 18:21-35 "Lord, if my brother sins against me, how often must I forgive? As many as seven times? Jesus answered 'I say to you, not seven times but seventy-seven times." Wow. This speaks volumes. How difficult and what a challenge to all of us, especially on this day.
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I know we all remember where we were 10 years ago today. I was in my living room, six months pregnant with our 3rd child, playing with our 2 year old. I had just dropped off our 3 year old for his first "preschool" morning at the church down the street. My dad called and told me to turn on the tv. I saw the towers fall live. Those images, as I'm sure they will with you, will haunt me the rest of my life. All of our lives changed forever that day. Being a soldier's wife, I knew our lives would change, too. It wasn't immediate, but he was deployed to the Middle East and was there when our 4th child was born.
Looking at our now 13 year old, who is now about 6 feet tall, it seems like yesterday that he was that eager 3 year old wanting to go hear Bible stories and color! Yet, looking at our now 10 year old, it has hit me that it has been a lifetime, his entire lifetime. The emotions, as I'm sure it is with everyone, are hard to describe and are still as raw as they were that fateful day.
Watching the ceremonies on tv today, the lump in my throat and the pit in my stomach were hard to ignore. We must remember. always. It saddens me that the flags are all gone, the churches are no longer filled and American's love for money and all things material seems to have returned with a vengeance. We must continue to pray for our nation, our brave servicemen and women and for each other.
God bless America.