Love Your Enemies …
But I say unto you, “Love your enemies. Bless them that curse you. Do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you … that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven. For He maketh His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on [both] the just and on the unjust.” (Matthew 5:44-45)
Twelve years ago, my son was only 4 months old. I was at my dads house where everyone was either sleeping, at school or at work. I was bored. I had already planned my youngest brother’s surprise 16th birthday party. I tried playing on the Internet (I was totally confused by computers … lol… and add in dial up and I became clueless;)) and it would not work.
So, I turned on the television and tried to find something to watch. I channel surfed and I remember stopping on an episode of Regis and Kelly. Then the unthinkable happened. An airplane flew into the World Trade Center building … and life as we knew it was about to come to a grinding halt.
I sat stunned….much like most of North America….as the reports slowly trickled in. I switched to a news channel. I prayed for the families who were going to be affected by this horrible accident. As I did, IT HAPPENED AGAIN. To this day, I can still remember how my heart stopped as I watched, live in front of my eyes, another plane flying into the second tower. I cried. This was no accident and I knew it.
I knew it was something horribly bad. Moreover, I knew my son would never get to grow up in an innocent world. I watched in horror and as I did, I woke my baby up to hug him, to hold him … because in that moment, I knew many other moms, dads, wives, husbands, children, brothers and sisters would NEVER get that chance to hug the precious people they loved ever again.
As I held my son, in my tiny corner of the tiniest province in Canada, I watched an unspeakable nightmare unfold before my eyes. In a place where I have never been, another plane crashes into the Pentagon. Another in Pennsylvania.
All those lives lost. All those families ripped apart. How will they ever move on??? How will they ever heal???? How is it possible that this can even happen?????
I have no doubt that there has never been a day in history that so many people prayed, questioned their faith in God, and then prayed some more as they did on 9/11. I know I asked how could this happen, how could God allow evil to take so many lives. I asked why He allowed it to happen. Why he didn’t stop it. In fact, I believe I questioned everything that day and in the weeks that followed.
How could I not question such injustice? I still feel the devastation 12 years later. I am equally sure that many of those families still have a gaping hole in their lives that will never heal. 12 years later, I still don’t understand. I doubt I ever will but this is what I have taken from that tragic September 11 day.
Life is PRECIOUS. Always tell the people you love that you love them even if you are mad at them. God gave us the ability to make our own decisions and it is up to us to make sure we make the right ones. We can’t stop bad things from happening to our families or the world we live in but we can trust in God to take away our pain, our hurt and to comfort us in our time of need.
My prayer for today is that God continues to open His heart to us and that we do the same for Him … that we live lives that honor Him and thank Him for all that we have … that we show love even when we would rather not … that we love one another the way God has loved us.
And finally, that this world never has to grieve over a tragedy such as 9/11 ever again ❤