This Sunday marks the tenth anniversary of September 11. As I am prayerfully working through the liturgy for that day, I wanted to have a sense of where people were. Tonight at choir rehearsal, I asked for people to offer memories of that day. Amazing responses.
Many of my choir members are teachers and they talked of having to shield the days events from the children they taught. Several were at work and they shared their feelings of loss and helplessness. It was very interesting to hear their stories of that moment.
Even after ten years, emotions are still so close to the surface. One person’s voice cracked as they told their story. Another was passionately telling of friends or relatives that they knew in New York that were there at the time.
Ten years. Hard to believe it has been ten years. How will you mark the day with God?