Where were you...

I did not originally intend to write anything about the anniversary of 9/11. There were a lot of other people saying things better than I felt I could. To be honest, I didn't want to dwell on it long enough to put something together either. When I think about that day, I remember watching the news coverage and the video of the building. The clearest memory I have is the absolutely sick feeling in my stomach when I realized it wasn't debris falling from the burning building, but people.

One of the things that I have seen a lot of people posting about is "Where were you when you heard?" When life changing events happen, we expect people to remember. I have heard it often. "I still remember where I was... when we landed on the moon... when JFK was shot... when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor."

This morning, I was sitting in the pew and listening to a really amazing sermon (Really, it was one of his best ever.) and I got to thinking. We remember the heroes that worked to pull people out of the doomed buildings. Their stories have been broadcast across the television and internet all weekend. But do we remember the hero that saves our souls from the doom of sin?

If 9/11 teaches us nothing else, it should show us that you just never know. You never know when that normal day at work is going to, well, end. End everything. So do you remember where you were when you learned that Jesus had trudged into the sin of a doomed world and sacrificed himself so that you could get out alive?

If you can't remember a time when you realized there was a saving hand to hold, make that time now. Make the answer to that question "I was sitting in front of my computer, remembering the awful tragedy of 9/11."

I was eight years old in the back seat of my parents' car on the way to Sunday morning church. Where were you?

If you don't know Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior, I invite you to do so today. Ensure that you will go to Heaven when this earthly life is over. Link up with your Creator and discover how He meant for your life to be lived.