Yesterday marked 11 years since our world was rocked by inexplicable violence toward America and our freedom. Say what you want about the changes that have happened, but I bet many of you remember what you were doing on that day, 11 years ago.
I was a sophomore in high school and it was career day. I stocked myself up on CDs so that i could drown out many of the stupidity that happens on the bus. You could say I was an outcast. I really didn’t have any friends my age, and would rather choose a book than parties or whatever my classmates did for fun. I was really out of the loop. Anyways, standard protocol was that the bus driver would turn on the radio to the top40’s station (that i had no interest in…) and then we’d travel the hour it took to get to the career fair, hang out, etc. No music was playing that day. I can remember one of the girls (April, i think) complaining about the fact that there was no music and she requested that another station be turned on. But the chaperone teacher (Mrs Sims, i think) told her no, to sit down and be quiet. That was a fairly long hour. I had no idea what was going on. I remember seeing the news on the screens at the arena where the fair was taking place and watching the planes fly into the WTC but not knowing the extent of what that meant. When we got back to our school after our trip, I walked through the halls singing quite loudly “it’s the end of the world as we know it… and I feel fine!”
Little did I know that would be the beginning of many changes. That September, in small town Texas, the Dairy Queen (texas stop sign, for you out of staters) and the small hospital where my dad worked also went under, meaning my family had to move… I don’t think I could tell you how drastically my life changed… but you know what, I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I go to work today, head wanting to explode, totally oblivious once again to the world around me. My Muslim employers kinda fill me in with what is happening. My apathy kinda came out, however. Don’t get me wrong; I love people. I really do. Perhaps since 9/11/01, my world has ben inundated with news of violence and terrorism that seeing this is like another day on the news… My heart breaks… but for the families who’ve lost their sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters…. And honestly i’m not sure how much more breaking i can take…
So, in light of current news, and my state of being…. I present to you a prayer that I love, adore, and hope I may exemplify as I mature and continue to grow in Christ. With out further ado, The Prayer (attributed to St Francis of Asissi… one of my favorites)
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.