Eight years ago I was getting ready to go for a walk with my neighbor and friend, KB, when my sons, who worked the early shift at the doughnut shop, called to tell me a plane had hit one of the World Trade towers. I thought it was a bad joke, but they urged me to turn on the news. I did so as KB arrived, and we watched in horror as the towers fell. We wept and knelt in my living room and prayed together. Soon after that, the National Lab in town was closed for security reasons, and the boys got home from work, and we all stared at the photographs in disbelief.
Life changed in America on 9-11-01.
May God bring us to repentance for our sins as a nation, and turn us to Himself.
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