Like Everyone Else

I realize I dropped off the face of the blog world last week, but I'll write more about that tomorrow.

For now, I want to talk -- briefly -- about yesterday.

I started to write something about 9/11 yesterday, but I decided against it. Mainly because I don't really know what to say about it that hasn't already been said more eloquently than I could say it.

I don't think my memories of that day are particularly unique from everyone else's.

Like everyone else, I can remember where I was when "it" happened.

Like everyone else, I can remember my feelings of overwhelming sadness, fear, anger, and loss combined with a sense of unity and of pride in my country.

Like everyone else, I can remember American flags being flown from front porches.

Like everyone else, I was glued to the news for days afterward.

Like everyone else, I was humbled and inspired by tales of bravery and heroism in the face of unexplainable tragedy.

As I watched the ceremony unfold from Ground Zero yesterday, the magnitude of 9/11/01 seemed as great as ever, but so did the fortitude of the American spirit.


(If you are interested, our church showed this video yesterday.)