Where were you?

          
     Certain events are forever etched in our minds.We most likely can recall the first special someone who took interest in us, that first kiss…stays with you! We can remember first cars, first real dates, first apartments, or houses...Etc. First things simply refuse to step away from our memories. And first memories are often a wonderful gift. However, there are also lingering memories that are unpleasant. We wish our memories were not so clear, some times.   

     Life requires good and bad experiences!

   

    One of my favorite Preachers the late Ron Dunn once said:

   

  “Good and bad travel on parallel tracks (In our lives) and usually arrive at the same time”

  Ten years ago on a September morning, all of us old enough to remember do. We know where we were, when maniacal and misguided terrorists hijacked fully fueled airplanes and steered them into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon…and if not for the courage of those on board, another plane…would have slammed into the White House!

Osama Ben Laden, by design chose “American and United” planes to be his missiles of hate.  The targets were hardly coincidental…the twin towers represented Americas financial strength, the Pentagon our military might, and the White House, our democracy. 

Where were you on that day? You like me, most likely were going about your day. I was in Colorado, getting ready to go to the Church I pastored. The images of that horror linger still. 

Ten years later Osama Ben Laden is dead as is Saddam Hussein, and his wicked sons. More than 4,000 of our best and brightest have laid down their lives…to make our tomorrows more secure. 

   The United States flag does not fly because the wind moves past it. The United States flag flies from the last breath of each military member who has died protecting it. American soldiers don't fight because they hate what's in front of them...they fight because they love what's behind them.

Where were you then, where are you now? I hope your faith is stronger, your trust deeper! As much as I love our country, my real security is found elsewhere. 

  “I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from?  My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip-- he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you-- the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore” (Psalm121: 1-8).

What about you?  What are you trusting in? More importantly....who?