11 years ago, I stood at the graveyard of 1000s of people, innocent and not. They lay scattered and torn among the rubble that was the World Trade Center in New York City.
As I took in the silent beauty and horror of the events from the previous year, allowed the terror to sink in that millions of families, friends, and fellow Americans, I noticed something miraculous. A church.
This small church resided just across the street. It was covered in ash but virtually untouched by the disaster across the street.
At the time I was not a Christian yet. Went to church and all that jazz but had no relationship with Christ. However, I still felt the awe and fear of God in that moment as I stared across the street at this itty bitty church. Somehow in the midst of the horror that we know as 9/11, this church of God remained standing while the other buildings around is succumbed to the mass destruction the Twin Towers created when they fell.
I look back on this day and understand what I felt as I stood beside that church. It was the Holy Spirit. He was there. I believe that church was protected in order to create an image that would shout leagues to non-Christians and Christians alike. His church will stand no matter the destruction hurled at it. He will protect what is His and He will raise from the ashes. His promises are good and true.
September 11, 2001 changed my life. It made me pray. It made me love. And it made me remember. We shall never forget.
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