9/11

Pastor Petersen had a good post this morning about September 11th. I thought that I would pass it on.

Most of us remember exactly where we were and what we were doing on that beautifully clear and sunny morning. Christopher and I were living in Connecticut (he was on vicarage). I was attending the local community college, and when I came into the student union after my Business Law class, I saw the jumbo TV screens filled with images of burning buildings. Everywhere I turned students were crying. "My dad!" "My uncle works in the towers!" "My best friend's mom!" It was horrible. I felt vulnerable and sick. I drove home immediately. That afternoon while visiting sick members in the hospital, Christopher said that he could see smoke rising from New York City in the distance. I remember sitting in the study that evening listening to President Bush address the nation, and being very moved by his words.