And so it begins again and anew.
It started this past weekend. Many communities have adopted the Saturday nearest September 11 as a "day of service" where the citizenry unite in a show of strength and caring in various service projects.
I suspect there may have been a mention of this in a pulpit or two during worship services yesterday.
But the bulk of the remembrance will be today.
In cities large and towns small, the events of twenty-two years ago in New York, NY; Washington, DC; and Shanksville, PA will be solemnly and dutifully recalled in ways grandiose and humble. Go find one if your schedule allows
The worst terrorist attack perpetuated on the United States, a wound still somewhat fresh and somewhat healing but will always leave a scar, is slowly becoming a fixture on the civic calendar.
We as a nation remember the lives lost--2,996. Humans no longer give or receive love to others but, hopefully, is receiving the love of God.
We renew a pledge to bring to justice all those involved and stem the tide of this kind of warfare. Lofty goals met with some success since then, but an ideal (some may call it a pipe dream) for which to strive.
Most of all it is a time to remember the fragility of life. How we really don't know when the last grain of sand in the hourglass we call life will finally fall to the other bulb. How we really need to take the time to prioritize what is important in our lives and act accordingly. How we really need to acknowledge we are dependent on God.
We as a nation pause to remember this tragedy.
We as a nation need this reminder to do justice, love goodness, and walk humbly with God (cf. Micah 6:8).
That is the greatest tribute we can give.
Never Forget.
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