As I sit at my desk penning these words, I can’t help but think of another morning 15 years ago today when I was doing the same thing, sitting at my desk, working on a writing assignment. Suddenly I heard my husband call me to the living room. “A plane just flew into a tower in New York,” he told me and that’s where the similarities end.
On that fateful day in 2011 we were living in Saskatoon and I was working for a U.S. based company. To add to the very real drama, a number of that company’s employees were working in New York City as the horror of 9/11 unfolded. Fifteen years later the memories are as vivid as they were back then.
A decade and a half has passed, we’ve moved to the West Coast, watched two granddaughters grow up and embark on professional careers and, last week, a third enter Grade One. Our hair has turned grey over the years and our pace of living has slowed down, but we still remember because some things are forever etched in the heart and mind.
This morning we celebrated another cause for remembrance, a celebration of Communion, known to some as The Lord’s Supper and to yet others, as the rite of Eucharist. But by whatever name we use, it is the demonstrated love of God to mankind that gives us cause to carry on and even to rejoice. In spite of the angry outbursts across our globe, the unspeakable consequences of both natural and man-made disasters and our own personal challenges, we are precious in His sight.
Here’s some encouragement for the coming week: “Some trust in chariots and some in horses; but we will remember the name of the Lord our God ... we have risen and stand upright” Psalm 20:7, 8
