It hit me in the middle of the night.
The crushing emptiness which comes from experiencing such human tragedy. I’d been given a small, but not insignificant insight into what survivors and their families felt. Anger, confusion, fear.
But now comes hope and love. Just as New York City underwent a spiritual and social transformation post 9/11, I feel that this too has has been shared, again in a small, but not insignificant way.
I have no doubt that God was there that day in 2001, but not as an agent of violence or apathy, but in the hands and feet of those who cared for their neighbor and for their stranger.
I know that the Creator is asking me not to take this all on. It is too much for a human to comprehend. However, I can understand, in a new way, the depth of human resilience and the human races immense capacity for love.
My prayer is that I can integrate a fraction of that resilience and depth of love, and that I can share it with the world, and that the world may do the same for us all, that we may live in peace, a peace grounded in the wisdom of love.