I was in my 7th grade computer class when a friend and I asked to go get some water in the hallway. We were middle schoolers trying be cool and spend some extra time outside of class taking our sweet time walking around the school, when a teacher came sprinting down the hallway. We jokingly asked her where the fire was and she very seriously called to us to get back to class. We did and a few moments later everyone knew what was happening.
I went to a private school and for some reason they thought it was a good idea to turn on the news in classrooms with TV's. So a bunch of 7th graders watched the second plane hit. Most kids were picked up before lunch by their parents and those of us left gathered in the gym to pray. One of my favorite teachers had a son in NYC and had yet to hear from him. All the events from that day are burned into my memory as I'm sure they are for you as well. I hope I remember them well into my elderly years because I think remembering and paying tribute is a way to honor the lives lost that day.
Our world is dark, but as believers, we can cling to the knowledge that our warrior Savior has already won the ultimate victory! Never cease to pray for our country.
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world. John 16:33
"The flag still stands freedom and they can't take that away"