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Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?
Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don’t know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?
Did you burst out in pride for the red, white, and blue
And the heroes who died just doin’ what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?
I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love!!
How Alan Jackson’s song became an iconic anthem for 9/11: http://news.yahoo.com/ten-years-later–alan-jackson-looks-back-at-iconic-9-11-anthem.html
‘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
is OK..I am ready to go.’
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their 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 in 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 Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan .
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 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?
Sept. 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.
Tomorrow, we will wake up to another September 11th, the day after Sept. 10th, and the day before Sept. 12th. But just as November 22nd, 1963 or December 7th, 1941 are etched in the hearts and minds of a generation, so too, will September 11th be the Day of Remembrance for this generation. It is a day to remember that we watched the horror of the radical Islamic attacks upon our own soil. A day to remember not only the bravery of the first responders, in the ranks of the NYPD, NYFD, and the Port Authority, but the many brave souls who did countless and untold acts of bravery within the confines of what would become their tomb. It will be a day to remember the known heroes of Flight 93 as they fought to make sure their plane did not hit its intended target, as well as the unknown heroes on the planes that hit the World Trade Center Towers and the Pentagon.
It will be a day to remember that we were not Republicans or Democrats, but we were Americans. To remember that as proud Amricans have always done, we rose to the occasion to aid those in need. To remember, as Alan Jackson’s lyrics said, that we held hands and prayed for each other— Yes, we prayed for all of us publically and privately, and no ine dared to question it.
We need to remember not just those who died that September day, but those who are still fighting the scars of that day. We need to remember that many of the first responders and the survivors were affected by the toxins released as the buildings collapsed and fires burnt below the great city. We need to remember the loved ones, the families and the friends, the neighbors and the communities, whose lives were forever changed.
September 11th, a Day or Remembrance, as a Nation. Others have declared that we need to make the day a National Day of Service, which I disagree with. However, in remembering the events of September 11th, serve by giving blood so the supply is always ready should we ever, God forbid, need to address another emergency on that grand scale. Or serve with your donations to Tuesday’s Children, the children whose mother or father never came home on that fateful day.
Whatever you do tomorrow, as we all will have our moment of remembrance, just remember that we are what makes this Nation great, we the average hard working Americans, and the best service we can do for this country is to remember our Founding Fathers and their principles, remember the sacrifice of those before us, and build on that foundation for a greater tomorrow. That will be the lasting memorial of September 11th, 2001.
For information on Tuesday’s Children: http://www.tuesdayschildren.org/index.php