To this day we carry the images of 9-11 in our hearts—planes angling into skyscrapers, fireballs above Manhattan, eruptions at the Pentagon, jumpers choosing sidewalks over flames, ash-covered suits trudging silently through the smoke. In one clear-blue-sky morning our bubble of invincibility popped. And yet…as horrific as it was…we were spared. No Capitol dome crumbling, no white house charred black. America still stands.
For those of us born after WWII, we can hardly imagine not winning. Not standing proud and free. We watch Independence Day the movie and WOW at the walls of flame engulfing the White House, the street canyons of New York City. But it doesn’t compare to the feelings of 9-11. It’s the quick virtual gasp with no real threat or loss. We walk out laughing with friends and grab an ice cream. Not so the broken heart of Psalm 89.