This weekend marks the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks upon our country.
Like nearly everyone else, I remember that day quite vividly. I was glued to the television set in the church office. I wasn’t angry or frightened, like most of the staff. I was numb…completely numb.
We immediately planned a worship service for that night. The congregation began arriving early. We read a few scriptures. We said a few prayers. But mostly we just sat there in the safety of our sanctuary. I remember thinking, “this is why a place of worship is called a sanctuary.”
The church was left unlocked for several days so neighbors could come for pray. Candles were given out and people were encouraged to sit on their front porches with candles lit.
The following Sunday mornings boasted a better than average worship attendance. I suppose nothing encourages church attendance like being on the verge of war.
But that was all 10 years ago. And it is with mixed emotions that I now prepare to not celebrate the 9/11 anniversary. The church near our house is planning a huge “celebration” which includes a BBQ, an honor guard, a bouncy house for the kids, and a professional fireworks display.
I’ll not join in the festivities. Somehow a BBQ, a bouncy house for the kids, and a professional fireworks display seems uniquely inappropriate…as a response to the deaths of 2,977 victims.
I think I’ll just stay home. Maybe I’ll light a few candles…and remember how it felt to be completely numb.







