Good morning to all my friends out there. Just a quick note...if you are touched or inspired by any of these blogs, can relate or can share a story in return, I would love to have you comment. You never know where a story is inspired from. Sometimes, someone will make a statement to me and boom...there it is...a new topic. So don't be afraid to share or comment back.
Today's blog is inspired of course because of the remembrance of the day. Who could forget 9-11. This day is in our hearts forever. It has torn apart lives across the world. We never know when tragedy will happen. As I sit here this morning I must bow my head in prayer for the losses. I praise the hero's who were so brave and risked their lives to save those in need.
As a storyteller, I do a program on 9-11. I tell the inspirational stories that keep the faith alive....for I feel that the attackers were testing our faith on some levels.
I know a story of a priest who was involved as one of the first responders. He was there to minister prayer and hear last confessions. He had just the day before requested some prayer cards from another priest who was, that day going to deliver them. On his way, he heard of the attack and upon reaching the area, discovered that his friend has perished. He spent the rest of the day handing out those cards and ministering to the masses. God was prepared, even though we were not. God saw at a time when we were blindsided. God ministered through others.
Here is the prayer that Father Michal Judge was seeking and Father Wabst had passed out in his place.
Lord, take me where you want me to go.
Let me meet who you want me to meet.
Tell me what you want me to say,
And keep me out of your way
There were many signs of God's presence that day...2 days after the attack on the World Trade center, rescuers searching for bodies through the ruble had discovered 2 large steel beams in the shape of a cross. This now stands as a reminder at ground zero. A sign that we are not forgotten or forsaken. A reminder of the sacrifices that not only was made by one man, but that was made by so many. That single day, so many sacrificed their lives to save others. So many sacrificed their lives in each breath they have taken through these past 12 years in their recoveries.
I look to that day with a double edged sword. I grieve for the losses and yet I stand tall as an American. I pray for the souls loss and their survivors and I pray for the American Spirit that had been dampened yet not drowned out.
I take this time to remind each and every one of us that we live on borrowed time. That in the darkness of the night we have the rising of the sun and another day to look forward to. Let us all stand tall and raise our flags in tribute and in remembrance and mostly in faith for one nation under God.