Remember

It is interesting how our memory works (or doesn't work which is often the case with me). Here's what I mean--I can't remember what I wore or ate or did just yesterday, but I can remember where I was at the age of three when we learned President Kennedy was shot and I remember everything about September 11, 2001--where I was when we heard the news, what I was wearing while we watched twin towers tumble before unblinking shocked eyes, the numbing sensation of that day and the days that followed, and the capacity crowd that showed up for midweek prayer meeting at a small church in Marshall, Texas where I served as bi-vocational pastor. I remember how those terrorist attacks changed everything in America and to be totally honest--I never want to forget.  I refuse to erase those horrific images or the heroic exploits of first responders. God help me to always remember the precarious freedom I enjoy and fill me with resolve to do my part in preventing what I remember from ever happening again.

(Photo from cifwatch.com)