Not Just Another Day

It's the fifth anniversary of what we all call "9/11". There are probably more postings on this day than any other. It just doesn't feel right to let the day go by without saying something.

God knows there's nothing really new to be said. I'm so sorry for all who died. I'm so sorry for their families. I'm so sorry that we all have to live with a fear we hadn't known before. I'm grieved that this awful act has made us suspicious of people who look like the perpetrators. I'm sad that young men and women are dying in a war that was probably a direct result of this infamous act, although I'm not necessarily "against" the war. I worry that zealots of every stripe have become even more zealous for their causes. And against the other guy's.

I'm glad that many who lost their most precious loved ones on that day are beginning to move on and find that there is still life to be lived. I'm proud of all the people who have helped their fellow man get through this. I'm glad for the people who came to the realization that when the world falls apart, God is right there, willing and ready, to take them into His arms. I'm hopeful that one by one, we will all come to know God. The real God. Not a misconceived notion of a God who demands that infidels be murdered.

There is one God. He had one unique Son. That Son commanded us to love one another as he loved us. It could be so simple. Let's just make it simple.