Visitors at a September 11 Memorial pool surrounded by engraved names

Where Were You?

“So remember your Creator in the days of your youth: Before the days of adversity come, and the years approach when you will say, ‘I have no delight in them.'” (Ecclesiastes 12:1 CSB – Read the chapter)

Today is a somber day. Twenty-five years ago today, evil men driven by an evil interpretation of a bad religion murdered nearly 3,000 Americans in cold blood by flying planes into the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon. They hoped for even more. The mantra coming out of that day was that we would never forget what happened that day. We would remember so that we understood that evil was real, that there are those in the world who wish us harm for reasons we consider entirely irrational, but which makes perfect sense to them, but also that the worst of times will sometimes bring the absolute best out of people. And yet, 25 years is a long time. There is a whole generation that doesn’t remember because they weren’t old enough or even alive to have experienced it…to know where they were. So, let’s reflect a bit today on that very thing. When 9/11 happened, where were you?

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Stand Down

In this third part of our teaching series, Stand Up: How to Fight Injustice, we finally start talking about action.  We’ve spent the previous two weeks establishing a baseline from which to begin our fight.  This week the fight begins…but not where we might expect it.  Our battles against injustice begin best not on our feet, but on our knees.  Keep reading to see how this plays out through the story of Esther.

 

Stand Down

One of our good friends in Virginia is a handyman who enjoys woodworking.  Prior to living there and getting to know Rod, the only time I had ever done any woodworking was my junior high shop classes—classes which I thoroughly enjoyed and was pretty good at.  I still have most of the things I made.  Rod and his wife, Pat, had the gift of loving us and they did it well and in a number of ways.  One of the ways Rod did this with me in particular was to let me come down and play in his shop and create.  I only got a few projects finished before our growing family reduced the time available for woodworking to nil, but I enjoyed every minute of it.  Some of my favorite projects are a spice rack/cookbook shelf that’s hanging in the dining room and a toy bulldozer that was intended to be for the boys to play with until I realized how quickly they were going to break it relative to the number of hours that went into making it at which point it became a display piece.  Well, Rod liked to collect t-shirts with inspirational or funny messages on them.  One of my favorites was one that was perfect for the novice woodworker.  It read: Measure twice, cut once, curse, go by more wood, repeat. Read the rest…