9/11

Ephesians six twelve

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

The question people always ask is where were you on 9/11?  But no one ever asks what happened to you on 9/11?

Living in a small quiet town in Canada far from New York, my life radically changed on the morning of 9/11. Childhood nightmares resurfaced and I tossed and turned with dreams of war, plane crashes and bomb explosions.

Exhausted and fearful I finally turned to prayer. I prayed to a God I did not know and cried out to a God who made me angry.

Where were you on 9/11,God? Why did you let 3000 of my neighbours die to get my attention?

As my anger and fear poured out of my heart it made room to let God in. I met a God who made his presence known in a powerful way that day. He filled my heart with a peace that was beyond comprehension.   

Where was God on 9/11?

He was busy that day. He was busy at ground zero as he worked through the brokenness.  His heart cried out as he made his presence known in buildings, on the ground, in planes, in family homes. But in his busyness he took time to comfort a fearful Canadian woman from a small town whose broken cry had also reached him.  

On the 10^th anniversary of 9/11, I remember my brokenness and the cry to a God that I did not know.

If anyone ever asks me, “what happened to you on 9/11?”  

I will say, “I met God.”

 My prayers go out to all the families affected by 9/11.