Good evening, all. A somber 9/11 remembrance to all.

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He Knows Our Names

September 11, 2018

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. Isaiah 43:1

During a visit to the National September 11 Memorial in New York City, I quickly photographed one of the twin reflecting pools. Around these two pools, the names of the nearly 3,000 people who died in the World Trade Center attacks are etched into bronze panels. Later, while looking more closely at the photo, my eyes were drawn to the hand of a woman resting on a name. Many people come to this place to touch a name and remember someone they loved.

The prophet Isaiah reminded God’s people of His unfailing love and concern for them, even though they had often turned away from Him. The Lord said, “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine” (Isaiah 43:1).

In the 23rd Psalm, David wrote, “Even though I walk through the darkest valley [the valley of the shadow of death], I will fear no evil, for you are with me . . . . Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever” (vv. 4, 6).

God never forgets us. No matter where we are or whatever our situation, He knows our names and holds us fast in His unfailing love.

Father in heaven, thank You for calling us by name and surrounding us with Your love, today and forever.

God knows our names and He holds us fast in His love.

INSIGHT

Psalm 23 describes God's intimate love for us. We see the same theme in the New Testament. In John 10, Jesus described Himself as the “good shepherd” who lays down His life for the sheep (v. 11). But this is only one facet of His personal, intimate care for the flock. In verse 3 Jesus says, “He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.” He calls His sheep “by name”! This is beautifully pictured on resurrection day. Mary Magdalene went to the tomb to mourn Jesus’s death and to complete the burial process (20:1–18). Finding the tomb empty, she wept (v. 11); and the risen Jesus came to her, asking questions that probed her heart. She failed to recognize Jesus—until He called her by name (v. 16). In that moment, she was aware that Christ Himself stood before her. No wonder Jesus said in John 10:27, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” To be loved and known by God is one of salvation’s greatest gifts!

I know I haven't been around a lot lately, but I thought I'd stop by to repost this:

This was originally posted (I think) in 2005. It's been an annual repost since then.

At about 8:40am on that morning, I was walking into the Court building on Adams Street (actually, the Court St. entrance) in Downtown Brooklyn to start serving jury duty. As luck would have it, I had been halfway to the train station before I’d realized that I’d left my Walkman on the kitchen table, so I didn’t bother going back for it. I figured I’d just get a newspaper. Besides, I didn’t know how well I’d be able to pick up AM inside the building anyway.

I sat in a dark room watching a video on How to Be a Good Juror, oblivious to what was going on right across the river. We were told to relax in the room that they have, and I looked out the window at the Marriot Hotel. Traffic on Adams St was snarled, not moving. Must’ve been an accident on the Brooklyn Bridge, I thought. (It was a block away.)

People were standing around outside the hotel. Must be waiting for a tour bus or something. What did I know.

Fire trucks and ambulances started flying by on the wrong side of Adams Street, which had no traffic. Okay, traffic doesn’t come into Brooklyn much in the morning, but something was odd here. I had been facing 180 degrees from where I needed to be looking.

Finally, they had made an announcement. America was at war, under attack. The World Trade Center and the Pentagon had been destroyed. They were trying to get coverage on the TV sets in the jury rooms. I don’t think they succeeded. Even if they wanted to, only CBS would be available because it still broadcast from the Empire State Building.

People were beside themselves, many broke down, everyone was rushing for the payphones. I met a woman who had been listening to her radio. She let me share her earbuds. She was shaken and needed a cigarette. I don’t smoke, but I walked her to the smoking room. (There was one on the floor. Quite a few people were there.)

We were dismissed. Not much was going to get done in the Court building that week. Groups of people huddled outside with questions, comments, gossip and hearsay. Some of the lawyers said they saw it happen. What kind of plane was it?

Does anyone know if the trains are running? What about the buses? No trains. No LIRR. A few buses and they’re all packed. It was time to start walking and no one wanted to walk alone. We walked in groups.

Dust was falling from the sky in downtown Brooklyn like a dirty snow that was covering the cars. Papers fell too. We started walking up Atlantic Avenue. People were wandering around with their cell phones out trying to get a signal. no luck.

We took a turn down Third Avenue. I needed to. I wanted to stop at my mother’s house. It was a good resting point for me. The group I’d tagged along with decided to join me. One guy stopped in a hardware store for masks and passed them out.

When we passed Third St and reached the Gowanus Canal, we had our first real look. It was like a scene out of a bad movie. The skyline was there. But the Towers were missing. Just a terrible column of smoke and a cloud drifting our way.

We didn’t stay long. We kept walking. I made it to my mother’s house and said good-bye to the others. Some were walking all the way to Staten Island. One who had joined our group had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge — after having walked down 50 floors of Tower 1. God was looking out for him.

I watched some of the coverage until the trains were running again. I took one that left me about a mile or so from my inlaws, the meeting place for the rest of the family. I stopped in at St. Athanasius on the way. I hadn’t been there since a wedding about 15-20 years earlier. I stayed for a little while and walked the rest of the way.

Thankfully, my wife, who worked at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge on the Manhattan side had evacuated immediately before the trains had stopped running.

It’s not a walk that I’ll forget ever forget.

TS

NEVER FORGET. NEVER.

911 Tribute (Enya “Only Time”)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tv1XL1akTco

It was a gorgeous Autumn day.
I immediately checked weather reports.

Our news media has worked very hard and quite successfully to get America to forget this vile attack.

There are several things that I will not forget. I was sitting in A&W eating when they announced that JFK had been assassinated. I was in a bunker for TET 68 for weeks. I was on duty when the Murra building was blown up. I was also on duty at an Air Traffic Control Center for 911. A new guy asked where to get a cup of coffee so I took him upstairs to the Cafe and saw the first tower on fire. The second plane came in and hit also. An Air Traffic Controller in total disbelief said how could he not see the towers with 15 mile clear visibility. It was a busy day and things were happening for weeks.

Never Forget!!!

I understand the Navy has sortied 50 ships from the Tidewater / Hampton Roads area. Prayers for the families left behind. I hope the Navy does not leave them to fend for themselves. May word get to PDJT to ensure they are not forgotten.

Also never forget the brave Americans who brought one of them down in a field in Pennsylvania.

listen, sweet lord
restore, i beg, my pleasantness
be the guiding star of my path
that leads me to you
let all souls who cry
take refuge in your arms
listen, sweet lord
to my sorrows and cries
let me hear the mercies of your heart
restore, i pray, my calmness
break the trap that keeps us apart
let me love again my life and work

Greetings to all at the Canteen!

To all our military men and women, past and present,

THANK YOU
for your service!

WE’LL NEVER FORGET!

I can roll that day back like film.

I worked at the time for an airport transportation company. I drove a ride-share van taking people to and from SeaTac Airport.
I started work at 4 that morning. My first pickup of the day was in Auburn, two retired couples that were taking a vacation to the Caribbean. As we rolled to the airport, I had the news on low while the couples talked in the back.

All of a sudden, the news broke in with word that the first plane had crashed into the WTC. There was confusion...no one knew what kind of plane, how bad it was, or anything. The couples in the back just commented that it was rather tragic. Just before we arrived at SeaTac, the news broke about the second plane. The couples were silent, and one of the men said “That was no accident. That was deliberate.”

I dropped the couples off and wished them a good day. I doubt they had one.

I proceded to the staging area so I could get further instructions on where I was going to go. I was listening to both the van radio and our comm radio. After a few minutes of continually breaking news stories, one of the other drivers radioed in, “I heard that they closed the airport. Which one?” (He asked that because we had King County Airport/Boeing Field in our service area.) The dispatcher came back with “ALL of them!”. He sounded very stressed.

I was assigned to get a set of passengers from up in Lake Forest Park, north of Seattle. As I was driving through the SODO area, trying to piece together all that had happened so far, that’s when the radio broke the story about the Pentagon.

At that point, I felt very afraid.

I drove to one of the dozen or so Starbucks in the downtown area. I got to a payphone and called my wife. She heard about the attack when her radio alarm clock went off. She told me to be careful and I continued on. When I got to the Lake Forest Park area, I had the notion to call my guests and ask if they still desired to go to the airport, since by that time the news had gotten out that all planes were grounded for an indefinite amount of time. I had 4 groups of guests. I got a hold of all of them and explained what was happening. Two of them hadn’t even heard about the attack yet. None of them decided to go to the airport.

As I got back to my van to tell Dispatch what was going on, the comm radio came alive...”All vans, all vans...if you have guests inbound, turn around and take them home. It’s not likely there will be any flights today. If you’re clear (of guests), return to Port (SeaTac) to pick up guests and take them home”.

I tried to get on I-5 southbound to get back to the airport, but it was unusually jammed for that time of the day. I took Hwy 99 south instead, crowded, but not as badly as I-5. I remember that it was a gorgeous, sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. As I approached downtown Seattle, I looked at the skyline....and I wondered if the next...and last...thing I was going to see was the flash of a nuke. I was filled with a sense of dread like I have never felt before.

I made it back to SeaTac and ended up taking one more trip of stranded passengers back to their homes or hotels. I finished my shift and went back home. There, my wife was sitting there with our 18-month-old son and our less-than-a-month-old baby girl, watching reports from New York. I sat with her for the rest of the day. We didn’t say much, just occasionally looked at each other with a “What now?” look on our faces.

I didn’t work the next day, and I had the option to not come in on the 13th. The company barely held on by the skin of it’s teeth, but they made it through without going bankrupt or closing. Quite a few other ride-share companies around the country weren’t so lucky.

"September 11, 2001 What We Saw"
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September 11, 2001
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A Day of Terror
Seventeen Years Later

Morning Of Innocence

9:02am

9:50am Collapse Begins

Rubble

Horror In Washington

Flight 93 Crashes In
Shanksville, PA

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NEVER FORGET
NEVER FORGIVE
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GOD BLESS AMERICA!
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We will not waver; we will not tire; we will not falter; and we will not fail
~George W. Bush~

Naudet Brothers 9-11 Documentary
video-click

Beautiful thread, Kathy! (((hugs)))

How can it be 17 years! It’s still fresh in my mind!

FR CANTEEN MISSION STATEMENT
Showing support and boosting the morale
of our military and our allied military
and the family members of the above.
Honoring those who have served before.

Good morning Everyone
This will be a drive-by post as I have an early morning dental appointment; however,
I could not let this day go by without stopping to say
THANK YOU
to all of our Service HEROES!

Remember those who gave all!

9/11 Rememberance Archive:

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BTT thanks for this thread.