So I am a day late in getting around to my September 11th post, but maybe it is more appropriate today on account of my forgetfulness and the theme of our remembrance. Yesterday we replayed the horrific tragedies inflicted on our country only seven years ago. I can remember the shock, anger, and fear that washed over me as I watched the planes crash into the towers, field, and Pentagon on that fateful morning. And to see my beloved country unite in such passion, such resolve, made me proud to be an American.
Despite our anthem to "never forget", sadly I do. Last night I wrote in my journal: "We will never forget... but so often I do. Forgetfulness is the great enemy of our resolve. Yes, in the break of the moment nothing can shake us. But time washes over our concrete promises turning them into castles made of sand swept out to sea. Lord, I don't want to forget. Strengthen the lessons you have taught me."
The lessons God has taught America are fiercely urgent. I believe that above all the patriotism and firm resolve to remember history's lessons, is a cry from the heart of God: don't forget ME...
