September 11th, 2008
|09:57 am - I need a patriotic icon for days like this|
I never quite know what to post on this day.
It's not a day of utter devastation for me--I felt guilty for months over how much the events of seven years ago affected me, given that I had no personal connection to the attacks.
Neither is it a day I can ever forget. I was at university, in Canada, sleeping before my mid-morning class. One of my Canadian friends called me (remember that, whitemartyr?) and tried to explain to my sleepy brain what was going on. I've never been through a day like that before or since.
My prayers go out to everyone for whom this day brings pain.
And I pray even more that eventually this day will be redeemed. Not that we will ever forget what was done, but that there will be a time when 9/11 will be linked with peace, with forgiveness, with reconciliation.
With God all things are possible.
Current Mood: thoughtful
I'm of the same mind. I pray for everyone who lost someone that day, but I also pray for those for whom this day is a day of birth . . . A special day to be celebrated, complete and independent of the tragedy.
I was at work, and got a couple calls, one from one of our student employees who had interned at the White House (she was back in Ohio, just not working that day).
When I checked in on CT, there were posts of condolence from Canadian list sibs.
When I realized what was going on, I immediately called Geo at Wright-Pat AFB to see if he'd be able to get off base before lock-down and DefCom Delta. (He was one of the last to get off base before lock-down.)
I went downstairs to the front desk and watched one of the towers fall.
An impromptu service was held in the chapel (I was working at a Lutheran university at the time), which I attended.
I heard students singing "It's the End of the World As We Know It." I thought to myself, "You have no idea."
It was a very surreal day.
|Date:||September 11th, 2008 05:17 pm (UTC)|| |
Another one of those "Where were you when-?" events, sigh. I can't wager a guess as to how it will all turn out, but there's nothing lost being hopeful.
Oh man, I just totally forgot it's my LJversary, you'd think with the run up to this date every year it'd be easier to remember.
My heart does go out to everyone affected by this day, of course, but in the back of my mind I wonder.... to what extent does this become an unhealthy obsession? A block preventing us from moving forward?
It's not for me to say, I guess... I was only affected in a general, human way, not a personal or patriotic way.
to what extent does this become an unhealthy obsession? A block preventing us from moving forward?
I don't think remembering anniversaries is an unhealthy obsession in itself. It's what you do with it. Do you say "Gotta kill me some Muslim bastards" or do you say "Let's make a world where hatred like that no longer warps lives"?
Well, I certainly don't do the former, but I sometimes worry that going over it every year, feeling the pain anew, as I've seen some people do, might lead to it.
You have a point - it seems like throwing the baby out with the bathwater to not acknowledge it at all. I guess I'm just cynical about people's tendency to prefer vengeance to more constructive reactions.
|Date:||September 12th, 2008 05:41 am (UTC)|| |
I love your icon.
And people have to be given the opportunity to be more than we expect of them, don't they? Forgiveness means the most when it's coming from the one wronged--not because they forget the wrong, but because they put it aside, because they have mercy.
Though rare, I don't believe it's impossible.
Deep down, if I'm honest, neither do I. I think I'm just having a cynical day. I tend to have those after long days at work.