September 11, 2001. Who can ever forget that fateful day when the twin towers fell in New York City due to a terrorist attack at 8:46 a.m. One of my grandsons had his eighteenth birthday that day and said his birthday would never be the same again. I was reading a passage in scripture this morning, Isaiah 30:25 “In the day of great slaughter, when the towers fall…” This had nothing to do with 9/11…or did it?
I felt this event keenly, as did tens of millions. I grew up in New Jersey looking at the twin towers across the Hudson sound. As a high school student, I stood on top of one tower and could barely see the people on the street below. And then they were gone, along with our naivete. I have the countries major newspapers and magazines with the first-day and first-week coverage. I still ache. I visited the grounds in 2013 and 2017 with troops of boy scouts. I ached. Ground zero has become a place of beauty and hope.