For many Americans, the face of God changed on September 11, 2001. That's especially true for those who either lost loved ones in the attacks or who narrowly escaped death in the towers or the Pentagon.

Whether Christian, Jew, Muslim, Hindu, or Buddhist — whether fundamentalist or radical, conservative or liberal — we all got up the next morning asking, "WHY?" Some who survived the attacks are asking, "Why me and not them?" or "Why them and not me?" Many are asking why God allowed such a horrible thing to happen. Some are asking, "If there's a God and he truly is sovereign and loving, why didn't he do something to stop it?!?"

And which God?? The hijackers killed thousands of people in the name of their god! The Judeo-Christian God appears to have been too busy or not strong enough to stop it — or maybe he just didn't care and looked the other way! And so they ask, "How can I believe in a God who would kill so many for no reason, or a God who would allow so many to be killed?"

Many lost so much more than friends or family that day. They lost respect for God... they lost their love for Him... they lost their awe of Him... they lost God. And now... here we are a year later — and we still don't have the answers.

Yes, the face of God changed on September 11th... even for those of us who believe.

Others look to us for answers. They don't understand how we can continue to believe in a sovereign, compassionate God who would allow such tragedies. But I think that faith in a compassionate, omnipotent, omniscient God isn't about having the answers. It's about learning to live with the questions — and trusting Him to know the answers. If we truly believe that God is as big as we believe He is, then it may even be pretentious for us to try to understand. As I heard one man say, "Whatever God's plan is and was and shall be — simply is... and was... and shall be. We cannot question it because there are no other answers."

Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable His judgments, and His paths beyond tracing out!
Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been His counselor?
Who has ever given to God, that God should repay him?
For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things.
To Him be the glory forever! Amen.
Romans 11:33-36 (NIV)

This memorial newsletter is not meant to provide answers. It's simply my way of paying respect to those who lost so much that year and to those who have sacrificed so much since then for our freedom. Thank you for allowing me to share my tears, my hopes, my prayers, and my thoughts with you!

As you read and share this newsletter, I pray that the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (And if you don't know that peace, I pray that you'll write and give me an opportunity to introduce you to the Prince of Peace!)

Your sister & servant in Christ,
Linda

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to all 9.11.01 photos contained in this newsletter:
AFP, AP, Getty Images, MSNBC, New York Times, Reuters, Washington Post, Zuma Press



The background in this newsletter contains the names of the
416 rescue workers who gave their lives to save others on 9.11.01:
354 firefighters, 57 policemen, and 5 volunteer medics
either "Confirmed dead" (395), "Reported dead" (20), or "Reported missing" (1).



The Candle of Love, Peace, Hope, and Unity

"There is not enough darkness in the world to put out the light of one candle."

The Candle of Love, Peace, Hope, and Unity was started on 11 September 2001 and has continued to burn in cyberspace since that date. Thanks to all who have supported the various 9/11 helping ministries with your prayers and financial support. May the Prince of Peace bring His peace to this world and to you!

"A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle."

Contributed by Barbara Barton


"There's nothing like hope to keep us going;
and there's nothing like God to keep us hoping!"

Pastor Chuck Swindoll



9.11.01, Day in Infamy

On September 11, 2001, a small band of faceless cowards launched an assault on the citizens of America — and the world — when they crashed a hijacked commercial jetliner into one of the twin towers of the World Trade Center.

Within a half-hour, as everyone was speculating about what had happened — an accident? an attack? who? what? why? — a second hijacked jetliner flew directly into the second tower of the World Trade Center.

As we struggled to understand and frantically searched for answers, we heard that a third hijacked jetliner had crashed into the Pentagon, the heart and soul of America's military.

Then it was clear: America was under attack! All commercial flights were cancelled, all jetliners were grounded, and America's Air Force quickly mobilized and took command of America's air space.

Later, we heard that another jetliner had crashed into a field in Pennsylvania. Although everyone theorized about its role in the drama that was unfolding in New York City and Washington, DC, we didn't find out until much later that the passengers on that jetliner thwarted the hijackers' plans to crash into another building. Had it not been for the heroics of those passengers, we can only surmise what other target(s) the hijackers might have struck.

As everyone across America and around the world watched — as we were just beginning to assimilate what had happened — we gasped in horror as the first tower suddenly crumpled to the ground, spewing a huge cloud of volcanic-like ash for miles. Some time later, the second tower crumpled to the ground, devouring everything in its path.

Words failed us then — and words fail us now. There is no way anyone can explain how we felt as we watched the towers collapse... as we watched helplessly while thousands of our fellow Americans were murdered before our very eyes!

On that day, the terrorists murdered 266 people on the four jetliners, 189 in the Pentagon, and about 3000 employees, visitors, and emergency personnel at the World Trade Center. Those evil cowards had deliberately murdered thousands of innocent people who had done nothing to them!

The people on the jetliners, inside the twin towers and the Pentagon, and the rescue workers who raced to the scene had absolutely nothing to do with America's Mideast policies. But did that concern the terrorists? No! They had a point to make, and they made it.

Or did they...? What was their point? Was it to frighten us out of the Middle East? They should have known that wouldn't work. Was it to show the world how self-centered and materialistic Americans are? They didn't have to commit suicide and murder to make that point! There's an abundant supply of violent and pornographic materials being exported to their countries that made the argument against America's morality a moot point.

Did they think they would bring us to our knees?

Well, that's exactly what happened — but not in the way the terrorists wanted or expected. All across America and around the world, people of faith fell to their knees crying out to God for mercy... for answers... for comfort... and for justice.

And when the dust and smoke from the wreckage finally settled... when we began the slow, difficult task of searching through the rubble for survivors and later for bodies... as we wiped away the tears and tried to comfort and encourage one another... when at last, we stood to our feet again... we stood stronger, we stood more noble and courageous, we stood resolute, and we stood unitedone nation of multicultural, multinational, multiracial, multiethnic, multilingual, and multiskilled AMERICANS!

To the thousands of innocent victims who were murdered that day and to the hundreds of heroes who gave their lives, we promise... you will not be forgotten!

To everyone who risked their lives to rescue another... to the medical personnel who mobilized to help... to the stores and restaurants that donated meals and showers and clothing... to the hundreds of homeless people who gave their extra clothing to anyone who needed it... and to all who volunteered in big ways and in small all around the world, a grateful nation says... thank you!

Yes... on September 11, 2001 we witnessed the most graphic examples of the contrast between good and evil. On that day, the worst of humanity came up against the best of humanity. How do our hearts and minds rationalize and reconcile one group of people, so possessed by evil that they would die in order to murder innocent victims — and another group of people, so decent and dedicated and caring that they would sacrifice their lives in order to save the lives of others?

"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."
John 15:13 (NIV)

Thankfully, those of us who know Jesus as Savior and Lord can find the answers in God's Word. It's a struggle as old as humankind and one we don't have to understand, or explain, or reconcile — because for us, it was reconciled once and for all time on the cross of Calvary... and validated on Resurrection Sunday!

Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep,
or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope.
We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe
that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in Him.
1Thessalonians 4:13 (NIV)

by Linda Smallwood



Prayer for America

Holy Father, we bow before you today as we remember those who have sacrificed so much for the cause of freedom during this past year. We mourn for those we have lost and grieve with their loved ones.

During its brief history, this nation, which we call great, has endured many wars. So long as we, as a nation, confess that our strength and blessings derive only from Your grace and mercy, You prosper us greatly. We pray that You would again draw this people close to Your heart.

As our political leaders and our allies consider committing our military forces against our enemies, we pray that You guide their decisions. We pray that You visit Your wisdom and discernment upon our military leaders as they plot to execute the orders given them.

For the troops in the thick of action, we ask Your blessing of courage and strength as they carry out their assigned tasks. And we pray for those who wait and watch at home, for they also serve. For them we ask peace, solace, and understanding as they long for their loved ones to return home.

We ask Your mercies for our enemies, that Your name may be glorified.

In all things, we surrender to Your will, oh God. As we admit our weakness and acknowledge our dependence on Your strength, we humbly bring this prayer before Your throne in the name of our Counselor, our Brother, and our Lord: Jesus, who is the Christ.

Amen.

by James E. Haas



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93% Survival Rate

It's easy to feel overwhelmed and saddened by the attacks and the number of fatalities on 9.11.01. And while I don't wish to minimize the pain and loss suffered by so many as a result of those cowardly and deplorable acts, we need to look at the other side of the numbers — and see the awesome miracles God wrought on that day!

The World Trade Center

The twin towers of the World Trade Center were places of employment for approximately 50,000 people. However, with the list of dead or missing at approximately 2,236 people, that means that 96% of the people in the World Trade Center survived the attack!

The Pentagon

Approximately 23,000 people were the target of a third jetliner aimed at the Pentagon. The confirmed count shows that 189 lost their lives. That's an amazing 99.5% survival rate!

In addition, the plane apparently came in too low and struck too soon to affect a large portion of the building. And on top of that, the section that was hit was the first of five sections to undergo renovations that would help protect the Pentagon from terrorist attacks. It had recently completed straightening and blast-proofing, saving untold lives.

Certainly, this attack was sad, but it was a statistical failure!

American Airlines Flight 77

This Boeing 757 that was flown into the Pentagon should have carried up to 289 passengers and crew; and yet only 64 were aboard — 78% of the seats were empty!

American Airlines Flight 11

This Boeing 767 could have had up to 351 passengers and crew aboard, but only carried 92. Thankfully, 74% of the seats were empty!

United Airlines Flight 175

Another Boeing 767 that could have sat 351 passengers and crew only had 65 people on board — 81% empty!

United Airlines Flight 93

This Boeing 757 was one of the most uplifting stories yet. The smallest flight to be hijacked with only 45 people aboard (out of a possible 289), had 84% of its capacity empty. And yet... these people stood up to the attackers and thwarted a fourth attempted destruction of a national landmark, saving untold numbers of lives in the process.

Summary

Out of approximately 74,280 Americans directly targeted by these inept cowards, 93% survived or avoided the attacks! That's a higher survival rate than heart attacks, breast cancer, kidney transplants, and liver transplants — all of which are common, survivable illnesses.

The hijacked planes were mostly empty... the Pentagon was hit at its strongest point... 96% of people in the World Trade Center buildings escaped... and a handful of passengers gave the ultimate sacrifice to save even more lives!

In short, don't fear those cowardly terrorists! The odds are against them!!


The Children of the World React

No matter what happens... no matter who's responsible... no matter whether it's one person or one thousand... it seems to me that children feel losses and pain more deeply, they react more honestly, and they respond with more uncompromising compassion. In their eyes and hearts, love has no boundaries and knows no color.

Here are only a few pictures of children around the world who laid flowers at our Embassies, shed tears for our losses, and said prayers for our country.

Jesus called the children to Him and said, "Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it."
Luke 18:16 (NIV)



Photos of other mourners all over the world


The Sukkah & World Trade Center
by Rabbi Arthur Waskow

September 12, 2001

In just a few weeks, the Jewish community will celebrate the Harvest Festival by building "sukkah".

What is a "sukkah"? Just a fragile hut with a leafy roof, the most vulnerable of houses. Vulnerable in time, where it lasts for only a week each year. Vulnerable in space, where its roof must be, not only leafy, but leaky — letting in the starlight, and gusts of wind and rain.

In the evening prayers, we plead with God — "Ufros alenu sukkat shlomekha" — "Spread over all of us Your sukkah of shalom." Why a sukkah? Why does the prayer plead to God for a "sukkah of shalom" rather than God's "tent" or "house" or "palace" of peace?

Precisely because the sukkah is so vulnerable.

For much of our lives we try to achieve peace and safety by building with steel and concrete and toughness. Pyramids… air raid shelters… Pentagons… World Trade Centers… Hardening what might be targets and, like Pharaoh, hardening our hearts against what is foreign to us.

But the sukkah comes to remind us: We are, in truth, all vulnerable. If "a hard rain gonna fall," it will fall on all of us.

Americans have felt invulnerable. The oceans, our wealth, our military power have made up what seemed an invulnerable shield. We may have begun feeling uncomfortable in the nuclear age, but no harm came to us. Yet yesterday the ancient truth came home:

We all live in a sukkah.

Not only the targets of attack, but also the instruments of attack, were among our proudest possessions: the sleek transcontinental airliners. They availed us nothing — worse than nothing.

Even the greatest oceans do not shield us; even the mightiest buildings do not shield us; even the wealthiest balance sheets and the most powerful weapons do not shield us. There are only wispy walls and leaky roofs between us. The planet is, in fact, one interwoven web of life. I must love my neighbor as I do myself, because my neighbor and myself are interwoven.

If I hate my neighbor, the hatred will recoil upon me.

What is the lesson, when we learn that we — all of us — live in a sukkah? How do we make such a vulnerable house into a place of shalom, of peace and security and harmony and wholeness? The lesson is that only a world where we all recognize our vulnerability can become a world where all communities feel responsible to all other communities. And only such a world can prevent such acts of rage and murder.

If I treat my neighbor's pain and grief as foreign,
I will end up suffering when my neighbor's pain and grief curdle into rage.
But if I realize that, in fact, the walls between us are full of holes,
I can reach through them in compassion and connection.

Suspicion about the perpetrators of this act of infamy has fallen upon some groups that espouse a tortured version of Islam. Whether or not this turns out to be so, America must open its heart and mind to the pain and grief of those in the Arab and Muslim worlds who feel excluded, denied, unheard, disempowered, defeated.

This does not mean ignoring or excusing whoever wrought such bloodiness. They must be found and brought to trial, without killing still more innocents and wrecking still more the fragile "sukkah" of lawfulness. Their violence must be halted, their rage must be calmed — and the pain behind them must be heard and addressed.

Of course, not every demand becomes legitimate, just because it is an expression of pain. But we must open the ears of our hearts to ask:

Have we had a hand in creating the pain?

Can we act to lighten it? Instead of entering upon a "war of civilizations", we must pursue peace.

Shalom!

Rabbi Arthur Waskow
Director of the Shalom Center


The Day the World Shed Tears
(September 11, 2001)

The following article was written by the 19-year-old son of Marilyn Ferguson,
one of my favorite contemporary Christian poets.
It's extremely well-written and worth the time it takes to read it!

It is a week of incomprehension. To say that there are no words to describe the tragedy our nation is facing is an understatement: It is beyond words, beyond thoughts... even beyond the darkest of nightmares. As I watched the definition of reality on Tuesday, September eleventh, shift to a new horrifying extreme, I discovered exactly what it is to look on the face of death. To see evil.

The planes that smashed against and into the steel towers we knew as the World Trade Center have stripped us of so many things. To my fellow students of Western Illinois University, and those around the country: I know your pain. I may not know how you feel, be it anger, ache, disbelief, or numbness, but I know how deeply it stings inside to see things we have taken for granted shattered before your eyes.

To those who are forced to push their mourning aside and continue on each day, in Congress, the armed forces, and at the workplace: Thank you for letting 50 white stars and 13 stripes rise above all else and show that we are the United States of America. To show that as a nation we embrace in love, revel in victory, and console, comfort, and bear together the scars of disaster and tragedy. And to show that together, nothing will stop us from staying strong and united.

To those who lost loved ones and family: I am sorry. I am so sorry for whom you have lost. My heart holds grief for you. My face shows the tears of pain and agony that mirror your own. My thoughts and prayers will be ever with you. Just as the choirs resonate our sentiments in song, our pastors and priests humbly ask God for peace and solace, and all people who comprise this Nation kneel before you in humble remembrance of those taken away, so I too wish you tranquility.

And as I watched the smoke billow as two symbols of America fell to nothing and another lay in partial ruin, I could not even cry. It is a scope of destruction beyond my ability to grasp. Only now, over a week later, can my heart accept what my eyes have seen. I had no idea how much it would affect me. And as our Country, indeed the world, prepares for war, I wonder how much more pain the U.S. will feel.

Yet, even past the awful devastation, even past the pain and tears, even past all the deaths, a silver lining laces through all the murky gray: Never before have I felt such a bond to my fellow Americans. Never before have I witnessed such kindness from all our people. If tomorrow I meet a stranger in the street, I will endeavor to know him, not just as another man or woman. As a person, and a friend. For it is what we must all do to accept our fellow man. We must unite. Years from now when we look back on this, I hope we will say that this was not only the day the world shed tears, but the day that humankind learned to know one another — the day we learned to love.

Copyright © 2001. Douglas Berry
Reprinted with permission.


"He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things has passed away."
Revelation 21:4



Citizens of the world pay their respects to America


America Together Stands!

The following verses were written as a song tribute to 9.11.01.
Click here to play the original composition by Ed Vieira.

When in times of sorrow, in pain we cry
Let the whole world know that "America together stands"
If the enemies misuse liberty,
Let the whole world know that "America together stands"

CHORUS:
Let the whole world know
Let the whole world know
Yes! Let all them know
That "America together stands!"

When they attacked us from the sky
Yet they our faith could not destroy
Together firmly we will stand
Our land with fervor to defend

(CHORUS)

This our land of freedom and liberty
Where all nations came to live with joy, and to be free
Will together stay even thru dismay
For "IN GOD WE TRUST" to bring to us a better day

(CHORUS)

By law we live, with liberty
We want the world our way to see
With force our freedom we'll defend
And free we'll stay, yes, to the end

(CHORUS)

"America together stands!"

Copyright © 2001. Ed Vieira.
Reprinted with permission.


Freedom Never Dies!

September eleventh, two thousand one
The whole world got to see
The towering twins of New York State
Fall so helplessly.

They both were struck by suicide jets
On a mission to destroy
The spirit of America
And freedoms we enjoy.

Then a third jet struck our Pentagon
While a fourth jet couldn’t go
Beyond the Pennsylvania trees
'Cause of heroes, we now know.

So with vengeance left to be the Lord’s
One thing still applies...
Freedom just might cost your life
But freedom never dies!

Copyright © 2001. William Heffner
Inspirational Poems — From the Heart of a Cop
P.O. Box 677, Coldwater, Michigan 49036
Reprinted with permission.


I'll Take It from Here!"


"Those who hate you never win
unless you hate back.
And then... you only destroy yourself."

Former U.S. President Richard Nixon


The Everyday Heroes of Flight 93

On September 11, 2001, United Flight 93 took off from Newark International at 8:41 AM — 40 minutes behind schedule — with only 37 of the plane's 182 seats occupied. In the first-class cabin were Mark Bingham and Tom Burnett. Further back in the business-class cabin were Jeremy Glick and Lou Nacke; and in the main cabin was Todd Beamer.

These five men and the other 32 brave passengers had no idea of the nightmare they were about to face, or how their final minutes in this life would be a rallying call to millions worldwide to fight back when faced with cowardly terrorists.

As the events were unfolding, the two planes that struck the World Trade Center and United Flight 93 were being monitored by the Boston air-traffic control center, which handles airline traffic in New England and New York airspace. While the Boston controllers were trying to deal with the three planes’ abrupt changes in course, bomb threats were being called in to the center. Cleveland, which takes control of flights as they pass into the Midwest, was receiving similar threats. Officials suspect that the bomb threats were intended to add to the chaos, distracting controllers from tracking the hijacked planes.

By 9:35 AM, both towers of the World Trade Center were in flames and Flight 77 was bearing down on the Pentagon. During this time, air-traffic controllers in Cleveland were monitoring Flight 93. They heard screams aboard the flight, then a gap of 40 seconds with no sound, then more screams. Then a voice, barely intelligible, said something like "bomb on board." They tried to contact the pilot, Captain Jason Dahl, but there was no response. Minutes later, at 9:38 AM, the plane made a 180° turn just south of Cleveland and headed for Washington, DC. Air-traffic controllers then heard a man, in thickly accented English saying, "This is your captain. There is a bomb on board. We are returning to the airport." It's possible the passengers never heard the false warning since the hijacker was speaking into a cockpit microphone and not the public-address system. In the passenger cabin was bedlam. Three men wearing red bandannas had herded the passengers to the back of the plane.

Burnett called his wife, Deena, in California, and told her, "We’re being hijacked." He gave her the flight number and told her to call the authorities. When he called back a few minutes later, Deena had someone from the FBI on the phone, and she patched them through to her husband so he could describe the men.

Jeremy Glick called his wife, Lyz, in New York to say that three "Iranian looking" men, one with a red box strapped to his waist (presumably a bomb), had taken control of the plane, and he asked her to call the authorities. Lyz confirmed to him the news that two other hijacked planes had crashed into the World Trade Center.

Todd Beamer tried to use one of the Airfones, but could not get authorization on his credit card, so his call was routed to the Verizon Customer Service Center in Oakbrook, Illinois. Since it was clear to the operator that Beamer’s report of a hijacking was genuine, his call was immediately sent to Verizon Supervisor Lisa Jefferson who alerted the FBI. When Jefferson got on the line at 9:45 AM, she immediately began interviewing Beamer. "What is your flight number? What is the situation? Where are the crew members?"

Beamer told Jefferson that one passenger was dead, he didn't know about the pilots, one hijacker was in the rear of the plane, claiming to have a bomb strapped to his body. The conversation was urgent, but calm. Then Beamer said, "Oh my God, I think we’re going down!" Then, "No, we’re just turning." At this point, investigators theorize, one of the hijackers was flying and he plunged the plane from its assigned altitude and turned off the transponder.

Mark Bingham used an Airfone to call his mother, Alice Hoglan, in Saratoga, California. "Mom, this is Mark Bingham," he told her, so rattled that he used his last name. Bingham described the situation for his mother, a United Airlines flight attendant. His mother said that twice during the call "Mark was distracted. There was a five-second pause. I heard people speaking. There was murmuring, nothing loud." She theorized that Mark was talking to the other men, and they were planning to fight back.

At about the same time, Todd Beamer was telling the operator they planned "to jump" the hijacker in the back. "We’re going to do something," Beamer told operator Lisa Jefferson. "I know I’m not going to get out of this." He asked Jefferson to recite the Lord’s Prayer with him. The last words Jefferson heard were, "Are you ready, guys? Let’s roll."

It’s unclear exactly when Beamer, Bingham, Burnett, Glick, and Nacke hatched their plot to overthrow the hijackers. It is also unclear if they attacked just once, or twice — first taking out the hijacker claiming to have the bomb, and then storming the cockpit. The best clue comes from Elizabeth Wainio, who spoke to her stepmother in Maryland just minutes before the men attacked the hijackers. She told her stepmother, "I have to go. They’re about to storm the cockpit."

Nacke is the only member of the group who is not known to have made a phone call, although his wife, Amy, did have a message on her answering machine that contained only noise and a click. United Airlines personnel later told his family that he was apparently one of the fighters. "If you knew Lou," says Nacke’s father-in-law, Dr. Robert Weisberg, "he never would have been far from the action."

Investigators theorized that the men somehow made their way up 100 feet from the rear of the plane into the cockpit. The last transmission recorded is someone, probably a hijacker, screaming "Get out of here! Get out of here!" Then grunting, screaming, and scuffling. Then silence.


Crash Site in Pennsylvania

Condensed from NEWSWEEK story by Karen Breslau
Copyright © September 22, 2001



Meet Me in the Stairwell

You say you will never forget where you were
when you heard the news on September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke-filled room
with a man who called his wife to say "Goodbye."
I held his fingers steady as he dialed.
I gave him the peace to say,
"Honey, I'm not going to make it, but it's okay...
I am ready to go."

I was with his wife when he called
as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words
and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman
cried out to Me for help. "I have been knocking on the
door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I
will show you the way home — only believe in Me now."

I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his flock in Heaven.
He heard my voice and answered.

I was on those four planes, in every seat, with every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken.
I was in the very hearts of the believers there,
comforting and assuring them
that their faith had saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, London.
I was standing next to you
when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?

I saw every face. I knew every name
— though not all knew Me.
Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.

Some couldn't hear Me calling to them
through the smoke and flames;
"Come to Me... this way... take My hand."
Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.

But, I was there. I did not place you in the Tower that day.
You may not know why, but I do.
If you had been there in that explosive moment in time,
would you have reached out for Me?

September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end. And I will be there
for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found.
Then, at any moment, you will know you are "ready to go".

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

GOD

Author unknown.
Contributed by Marilyn Li




Where can I go from Your spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.
Psalm 139:7-10


Proud to Be an American

So many things have happened
In this year that passed us by;
We can't forget the tragedy,
No matter how we try.

That day will stay imbedded
Forever in our mind;
Somehow we will get through it,
Sharing loving hearts that bind.

We thought we had no worries,
That we were safe and sound;
But we all watched in disbelief,
As the Towers tumbled to the ground.



One thing we must remember,
Many things are being done;
Our Country did not hide its face,
Or turn its back and run.

There are great efforts being made,
Our Country took a stand;
Brave men and women serving us,
Are protecting our great land.



So do not take them for granted,
As they serve us near and far;
Show them we're truly grateful,
For how very brave they are.

As you celebrate each new day
Please take the time to say...
"I'M PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN...
GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.!"

Written by Sandy Button
Great Bend, Pennsylvania
Received from America In Uniform



This is a very nice site!


"There can be no peace in a world where differences and
grievances become an excuse to target the innocent for murder.

Against such an enemy, there is no immunity...
and there can be no neutrality."
President George Bush (3/11/02)


The Other Side of the War

I believe most of us think of the war on terrorism as being about our soldiers fighting against religious zealots and Taliban cowards who attacked America on 9.11.01. But there's another side to this war — one we don't often see, but should definitely take a look at. These are also victims of the cowardly Taliban.


Left to right: Malnourished prisoners await food in an Afghanistan prison where the International Red Cross has set up emergency operations; Saida, age 10, scrapes up the remains of wheat left after the U.N. World Food Program distributed food in Kabul, Afghanistan; a German doctor tries to save the life of a child, malnourished and abandoned to the streets after his parents were killed; Abdul Ghias, 70, cries in despair as he tries to eat a piece of grass bread (besieged by the Taliban and by drought, many in the region are dying from hunger).

As we look at these images and pray for them and others like them, we should also rejoice... because these are images of victory, too. Prior to 9.11.01, these people had no hope. Now, because America and our allies are fighting back — and winning — hope has returned to Afghanistan!

Former Afghan King Mohammad Zaher Shah (center left) is escorted by interim Afghan leader Hamid Karzai as he leaves the tomb of his father. Zaher Shar returned to Afghanistan from Rome on April 18, 2002 after 29 years in exile in Rome.

It's important to remember, too, that not all Muslims want to destroy America or our values. In the photo on the right, U.S. Navy members Kennedy McGruder and Russell A. Scott, both American Muslims, pray in a mosque at the American military compound at Kandahar Airport.


Gospel for Asia Commemorates 9.11.01

On September 11, 2002, as people around the world remembered those who died in the terrorist attacks on the United States, Gospel for Asia began broadcasting the Gospel into Afghanistan. The programs are aired daily in the nation's two official languages, Dari and Pashto. Spoken by 4 million Afghans, Dari (Afghan Persian) is the language of commerce and higher education. Pashto is used by approximately half the nation's population. The programs consist of Scripture reading and Gospel teaching messages.

They need our prayers and support! To learn more, please visit http://www.gfa.org/afghan_radio/.

For information about Gospel for Asia, go to http://www.gfa.org/site/about_gfa/
Phone toll-free 800.WIN.ASIA (800.946.2742).


He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."
Psalm 91:1-2



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