It was a Tuesday morning. Andrea and I had been married for almost 9 months. I was preparing for my day in classes at The Master’s Seminary.
Our morning routines were fairly repetitive. After we got out of bed, breakfast and coffee (for Andrea only of course) would be consumed. Often during the eating of breakfast, one of us would turn on the local or national news and get caught up on the latest stories.
When we turned on the television to The Today Show, Matt Lauer was just interrupting a story they were running to inform everyone a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers.
When they were able to cut to the live video feed of the crash, they kept saying that reports were coming in that it was a small plane of some kind. I remember looking at the size of the hole in that building and thinking, “That sure doesn’t look like a small plane.”
Like many other Americans, we were watching this coverage as speculations mounted about the size of the plane and the condition of those inside the building.
At this time, I believe, Andrea and I were both watching the news coverage together.
Then, a short time after we turned on the television that morning, the 2nd plane crashed into the other tower. I remember both of us looking at each other right away and I said to her, “This was not an accident.”
The chances of 2 planes crashing into these 2 buildings within minutes of each other and it be an accident were ridiculous. It was clearly a planned attack.
The rest of the day was a blur.
I watched the coverage as long as I could before my ride came to take me off to school. My friends Eric and Jason picked me up and I remember asking them what they thought about what was happening in N.Y.C. Neither of them knew anything. So for the 20-minute commute to school, we listed to the radio on with the latest news bulletins.
Seminary that day seemed to be wasted. Everyone was distracted. People were watching news feeds on their laptops during classes. Others ran from their classrooms throughout the day to call their spouses or friends and get the latest news. Professors even weren’t “on their game.”
Most of us have a story of where we were when these things happened.
One thought that crossed my mind this morning as I was recalling some of the immediate aftermath and where we are today is this: the amount of national respect and admiration we have for first responders sure doesn’t seem to be the same as it was 14 years ago.
These guys – firemen, policemen, EMT’s, etc. – were running into these piles of rubble and these buildings on fire with no thought of their own well-being trying to save as many as they could. And they do that every day.
We were revering them every day on the news. Who could forget Pres. Bush standing with a group of them and hearing them shout, “U.S.A., U.S.A.?”
Today, there is much less gratitude for these heroes. Our policemen especially are unfairly persecuted by the media and others. And these are the God-ordained men who have been put over us for protection (Rom 13:1-7).
In honor of those who save lives, I want to thank the men and women who protect and serve, who are ready to respond to local emergencies at the last minute, who are eager to count the lives of others as valuable.
Kevin, Tom, Brad, Mark, Kris, Tim – these men exemplify the type of service and heroism worthy of our gratitude on such a day.