I was a sophomore in high school. Around break time whispers started going around--a plane hit the World Trade Tower, a missile shot into the Pentagon...nobody really knew what was going on. At lunch time (after 12:30 EST) they called us all in for a meeting and told us briefly what was going on (waiting so long was the decision of the head of upper school and virtually every teacher disagreed with him about it). After school we went to my mom's work and watched fuzzy images on a little tv there of two towers falling. Over and over and over.
Our world has shifted so radically since that day. Two wars, economic chicanery, mounting debt. If 9-11 was a wake up call, it seems our country hit the snooze button, continuing on as we always have done, and at some point, we'll cross a line from which there is no return--if we haven't already.
Thank God that He endures in the face of untold challenges and crises. And that He is merciful and if we return to Him, He is gracious and compassionate and quick to forgive. Thank You, Father, for who You are!
Ten years. A lifetime and then some.