For those who lost loved ones on Sept. 11, 2001 no day will ever be the same. Fathers, mothers, sons and daughters perished that day. Friends, co-workers, aunts, uncles and cousins were lost when cowards hijacked planes and rammed them into the World Trade Center in New York; the Pentagon in Washington D.C. and a field in rural Pennsylvania.
We wept for American that day. We wept for children who would never know their parents; for husbands and wives who wouldn’t get a chance to grow old together. After 9-11, each day was a gift.
The images were horrific and inspirational. We saw people leaning out of windows high above the ground. Some would jump to their death. Others would made last-minute telephone calls to those they loved. As thousands of people ran from the towers, brave men and women rushed in to rescue people trapped inside. Co-workers calmly helped those needing assistance. Hundreds of people survived; some narrowly escaping death when the towers melted into thick clouds of smoke and debris.
In the aftermath, we united as a country like never before. Even today, it is hard to fathom such an act on U.S. soil. Yet it happened here, and our nation will never be the same.
Today we remember. Today we pray for peace that surpasses all understanding. We know God has a master plan. We know we must trust in his word and believe in his plan for our lives. And we must always, always remember.
Is any among you afflicted? let him pray. Is any merry? let him sing psalms.
Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord:
And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.
Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.
— James 5: 13-16