14 years ago, I was a senior in college. I was sleeping late when my one of my roommates nudged me awake to tell me there had been a plane crash in New York City. We all thought it was an accident, at least for the first few minutes. But as the second plane hit, news outlets quickly changed their reporting and informed us that our country was under attack.
I remember patriotism being at an all-time high, at least during my lifetime. I remember President Bush’s approval rating climbing sky high. I remember people being sad, scared, and angry all at the same time–and I was one of them.
Images like the one above still bring back memories and the accompanying feelings of being lost and alone. It was during this time that I began attending a Bible study which allowed me to ask the hard questions of life, purpose, and meaning.
I’m still sad for the loss so many endured that day. But I’m grateful that it’s during these times where we remember that we’re all weak people doing our best to make it through life. And I’m grateful that evil isn’t the final word in our world and that goodness will ultimately prevail.