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Posted on 09/07/2021 6:00:33 PM PDT by luvie
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| I was walking through the house while getting ready for work, when I glanced at the TV, which I don't usually watch. There was a view of the WTC with smoke pouring out the upper floors, and the reporter on Fox News was saying that a plane of some kind had hit the building. There was no panic, just reporting the incident and wondering how it happened and what kind of plane it was. While I stood there, the 2nd plane hit the other tower. My heart nearly stopped and of course, like everyone else, I KNEW that was no accident. I went on to work and everyone was scared and glued to the tiny TV we had in the back room of the store. I worked in the mall and we finally closed at 1 PM and went home, because it was pretty much empty. Not only did I work in Bush's hometown but his mother-in-law still lived there, and we all feared that Midland, Texas, would be a prime target for people who hated the president. We also found out that the Pentagon had been hit and flight 93 had gone down in PA. For the rest of that day and the rest of the week, I, like the rest of the world, was glued to the set, my heart breaking. |
Bible in a Year:
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send?” . . . I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
When Swedish missionary Eric Lund felt called by God to go to Spain to do mission work in the late 1890s, he immediately obeyed. He saw little success there, but persevered in his conviction of God’s calling. One day, he met a Filipino man, Braulio Manikan, and shared the gospel with him. Together, Lund and Manikan translated the Bible into a local Philippine language, and later they started the first Baptist mission station in the Philippines. Many would turn to Jesus—all because Lund, like the prophet Isaiah, responded to God’s call.
In Isaiah 6:8, God asked for a willing person to go to Israel to declare His judgment for the present and hope for the future. Isaiah volunteered boldly: “Here am I. Send me!” He didn’t think he was qualified, for he’d confessed earlier: “I am a man of unclean lips” (v. 5). But he responded willingly because he’d witnessed God’s holiness, recognized his own sinfulness, and received His cleansing (vv. 1–7).
Is God calling you to do something for Him? Are you holding back? If so, remember all God has done through Jesus’ death and resurrection. He’s given us the Holy Spirit to help and guide us (John 14:26; 15:26–27), and He’ll prepare us to answer His call. Like Isaiah, may we respond, “Send me!”.
Reflect & Pray
Is God calling you to do something for Him? What’s hindering you from responding?
Jesus, thank You for calling and enabling me to serve You. Help me to see this as a privilege and to serve You willingly.
To learn more about the Trinity.
Pumping gas and about to head 30 miles west....stayed the course.
I was in a tech meeting at the local Aunt Sarah’s when one of the other techs got a message from his wife that a plane had hit one of the the WTC towers, the meeting broke up and I scanned news stations on my way to my first call looking for news, not knowing if this was a freak accident or what.
I was standing in someone’s kitchen and watching the TV in the other room when the second plane hit.
That was when I knew it was an attack.
The Oregon contingent had planned to fly in from Portland, and the skies were closed. The California contingent was at their emergency stations. The summit never happened.
It was eerie to see no commercial traffic in the sky, just the omnipresence of fighter planes. I watched the horror unfold on CNN that night.
It was second period, my planning period, so I was alone in my classroom.
Another teacher came in and said turn on the TV. At that point the first plane had hit.
My kids returned and we all watched together as the second plane hit. The kids (high school) were afraid. I was afraid. I wanted to go home to be with my dogs, and also check on my mother. Later during lunch it was eerily quiet.
I’ve never heard a high school cafeteria so quiet. Stunned silence.
I was in Oregon at the time, the radio alarm went off at 6AM and my wife said "something just happened in NYC".
I rolled out of bed, turned on FOX and watched the horror unfold until work time.
My boss and I were working together in a clients house that day but both of us, very upset, so we knocked off at 10:00 AM and I went home and continued to watch the ongoing coverage of the attack on America.
Never Forget.
I haven’t.
In the title, what does September 8 refer to?
The date of this thread.
I was driving to work listening to the news on the radio. The first reporting was that a small airplane (like a Cessna 172) had hit the World Trade Center building. As we know, the real story got worse and worse throughout the day.
the world stopped turning? oh no!!
wont we all fly off onto space?
Hubby was out at the garage and heard about the attacks in NYC on the radio and came back to the house to see what was being said/shown on TV. That's when he woke me up, saying something about war.
In my stupor, I thought he was saying the cats were at war - - fighting and wrecking the house. I roared out to the living area bellowing at the cats only to find them lying around staring at me like, "Why are you yelling?"
That's when Hubby said, "No, not them. There! I think we're at war," and pointed to the TV. There were the Twin Towers burning. I sank into a kitchen chair, horrified by what I was seeing. And it only got worse as time went on.
That afternoon he gassed up all the vehicles and I hit the grocery store to load up. We didn't know what to expect.
I spent the next two days glued to the TV, not sleeping a wink. I finally conked out in total exhaustion sometime late that Thursday night.
Even after 20 years, I remember it all too clearly. I imagine all of us do.
Silly you! Hope you’re doing well!
I didn’t hear about it until about 1930 central time. But then, I was overseas in the largest muslim country in the world.
I got up at my usual 0530 and booted up the computer. I always go to FR to learn what happened overnight. What happened was ... the world was changed. Free Republic was a jumble of nonsense. It took several minutes, about 20 or so, before I was able to sort out what had happened.
I woke up the hubs who read the posts. Then, as our kids woke up and we prepared for school, we absorbed and talked about what had happened. We were in shock.
So was everyone else at school. We had a quick assembly, shared what happened, prayed together, and then tried to carry on normally. We had no idea what was going to happen in the immediate future, or in the days to come. We waited.
I thought of the story of Rose who was engaged in a similar work at the outbreak of WWII. She spent the war interned in a POW camp. Would we be interned? Would some of our friends of the main religion turn out to be our enemies and attempt to kill us. A year later there was indeed a copycat bombing on Bali. The perp wanted to kill Americans. He killed mostly Aussies. The school in a very short while stepped our security. Most of those measures remain today. We changed the way we personally went about our business.
Our son joined the military in 2004, first in the National Guard, then in 2008, as an enlisted soldier, and now in Special Forces. He has done two tours in Iraq, and two in Afghanistan. He helped process evacuations earlier this month. Several that he processed have been left on the ground.
Our daughter married a soldier. He has served on term in Iraq, one in Afghanistan and has been a drill instructor.
We renewed our committment to sharing the Gospel. Because that is the ONLY WAY to stop this tide of evil. I am wondering if God is bringing the infidel to us because, for one reason or another, we haven’t been able to go to them. People need God. For eternity and for now.
I know this is long. But that is where we were and how it affected us.
Some memories never fade. This one hasn’t.
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