September 11, 2001.
Do you remember where you were, what you were doing on this day in our history?
My brother Keith and his family had just flown in the night before to visit us in North Carolina. We had just moved there a few weeks earlier to begin working with a new church plant in Mooresville. We were getting ready to go out to breakfast together, but our wives were having a great time talking :) so my brother and I turned on the TV with plans to get in a Playstation game or two. We weren't sure what was going on at first - just that a plane had flown into the North World Trade Center tower. We continued to watch as a few moments later we saw the second plane hit the South tower. We watched until the towers fell. It was a very surreal experience and all that day seems very fuzzy after that.
Today marks 5 years since this act of terror on our country. So many lives lost. Most of us will never forget where we were that day. Please share your name, where you're from and your short story about 9/11/2001 with us today.
Peace.
Monday, September 11, 2006
9/11
Posted by Mike Jones at 10:28 AM
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Sitting in my living room pretending to work. Naperville, IL
don't even remember, but I remember being horrified. Where was our Heavenly Father? Well some anonymous person wrote this shortly after that dark day, and I found my answer. I hope this blesses you as much as it did me....
continuing...
"Meet Me in the Stairwell"
You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001. Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Good-Bye". I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it's O.K. I am ready to go." I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to her children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said, "Of course I will show you the way home-only believe on me now." I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his flock in heaven. He heard my voice and answered. I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.
I was in Louisiana, Montana, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense me? I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name-though not all know Me. Some met Me for the very first time on the 86th floor. Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; "Come to me... this way... take my hand." Some chose for the final time to ignore Me. But I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me? September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek me now, while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go." I will be in the stairwell of your final moments. You don't know who I am? Oh, I think you do...
God Bless
Sitting on a day off from the police department in my siter in laws living room in jacksonville fl. Struggling somewhat since beeing in the Navy still just a year before and haveing been having made contact with bin laden when he tried to blow us up while in Bahrain in the late 90's. Take care. I pray that you and your family are doing well. Drop us a line sometime at Chloebug3f@yahoo.com
I saw the first report while watching the Today show. I had small group that day, so I didn't watch very much tv that morning. While I was driving to church, I had worship songs blasting in my van. At church, we listened to news updates, prayed together and tried to understand what was happening. Later that day, after taking my son to Kindergarten, then I finally watched the news with my husband and saw the footage of the airplanes, towers falling, and the saddness. When my son came home from school and asked what was going on, all we told him some mixed up men crashed some airplanes in to buildings far away from our home. Yesterday, Jacob, now 5th grade, came home from school and said they talked about it in Social Studies class. He knew things about the search for Bin Laden and the war in Afgahnistan that I am not sure children should know. My daughter didn't have any discussions in her 2nd grade classroom.
I think the same thing today as I did back then, how much do you share with your children, without making them scared of this world? and how do I get my kids to understand God has a plan for this world and them, dispite the evil that happens.
I was sitting in my family room watching good morning Arizona and they interrupted and showed the first plane. As I watched the second plane flew into the other tower-it was horrifying. And all I could do was pray. Stan an I had flown home from NC on Sunday PM and our youngest son and his family had flown to NC the night before. I called to be sure that my kids were safe. But for the whole day, I just prayed and cried.
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