9/11/2001, A snap shot

As I listen to the stories on the radio reflecting about the impact of 9/11 on the person, our culture and our world- I ask myself the same question that the reporter asked a middle schooler who was on air with her teacher. What does it mean? How am I different?

There are a flurry of thoughts and feelings that weave in and out of my heart and mind as I consider all that has happened from that event. I thought of those who lost their lives and sacrificed their lives to save others and their loved ones and the service men and women who are over seas.

I quickly felt that whatever I could say or conclude seemed trite. So many lives were lost and families will forever carry the weight of the world trade towers on their hearts. Others bear the unjust weight and burden of discrimination and hate.

My trite conclusion is that the issues that have been born out of the attacks 10 years ago are so huge they is feels overwhelming, as just one person, to make a difference.

However, I can love. I can choose to live each day to honor the charge in Micah 6:8

To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

That day, 10 years ago, I was getting my freshman year school picture taken. Dressed in our school picture best, we watched the news coverage in almost every classroom. We could not believe what we were seeing. Our minds could have never imaged what our eyes were watching.