9/11


#1

Hi All,

If you havent already I would like to just remind us all to stop and take a moment to remember.

Also. Let us take a moment to Thank God for who He is and that He has everything under control. Let us not be afraid or worry or be overcome by terrorism, but be joyful in the Lord and let Him be our refuge when we are scared. AMEN!!

I am thankful that not only is God merciful but just as well.

9/11 showed us how fleeting life is here on earth and how quick it can be taken away. I am thankful that God has me in His hands and is watching over me and my family.

Thank you God.:gopray:


#2

While we remember the victims of 9/11 and place them and those who mourn them in God’s hands, let us also spare a thought to the fact that more babies are aborted in this country everyday than died during the terrorist attack. But we have memorials for the 9/11 victims every year, and do programs about them, and take up collections for them and put up monuments for them while as a nation we ignore the most innocent of innocents who fall prey daily to the terrorism of abortion.

Aborted babies and the 9/11 victims have one very important thing in common - they both showed up in the wrong place at the wrong time through no fault of their own.


#3

Like Pearl Harbor, 9/11 is a day that will live in infamy. Many people were left wondering “where was God that day” and “why did He let this happen?” Of course, we know that God was with all of us that terrible day, especially those who died. But why, why, why? We know that God uses our suffering for our spiritual good and so I can’t help but try to look at 9/11 in that way. I grieve for the loss of so many innocent lives, and I grieve that the presence of evil was so clearly manifested that day. However, I also try to see the spiritual good that occurred. And, believe it or not… there was spiritual good. There were people helping, willing to give their lives (and many did), there were people lining up around our country to give blood, there were politicians lined up on Capitol Hill singing “God Bless America”, there were concerts given to raise money, and there was a condolence page on the internet where people around the world offered Americans their words of sorrow. As deeply as the images of the falling towers are engraved in my mind, so too are the images of these good deeds. For the first time in years, America banded together as a country and all of us were interested in doing the right thing for the community, rather than just the right thing for the individual.

It saddens me that the feeling of community lasted for all too brief of a time. Soon, the anger and retaliation set in and after a few months many of us were back to looking out for number one. Still, 9/11 showed us what we can be, if only we could learn to (as the army says) “be all we can be” all of the time.


#4

I know many good men and women died that day including a Franciscan priest Fr. Judge.


#5

let’s also pray for the innocents who have died, been raped, left without food or healthcare/hospitals/schools in iraq and afghanistan because Bush is putting all of his faith in the military and they are killing or destroying the wrong things.


#6

911—SIX YEARS LATER…THE APPROACH OF MIDNIGHT
BY REV. JOHN A. CORAPI

SIX YEARS AGO ON SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 TIME STOOD STILL IN A SPASM OF BLACK SMOKE, DEATH, AND DESTRUCTION. IT HAD NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE, BUT NOW IT HAD, PROVING DEFINITIVELY THAT IT COULD HAPPEN. AN ERA ENDED. INDEED, WE WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME.
FOR A TIME, IT SEEMED TO THOSE STILL POSSESSED OF ANY ABILITY TO SEE SPIRITUAL THINGS AT ALL THAT PERHAPS THE WORLD MIGHT CORRECT IT’S BLIND AND HEADLONG FLIGHT OVER A PRECIPICE AND INTO A MORAL ABYSS. PEOPLE RUSHED TO CHURCHES, SYNAGOGUES, AND MOSQUES. THERE WERE LONG LINES FOR CONFESSION IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCHES. OTHERS MADE THEIR AMENDS WITH GOD AND EACH OTHER IN WHATEVER WAY THEY COULD, NOT SURE WHAT WAS NEXT, NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES.
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THE VERY HEART OF THE PORNOGRAPHY AND ABORTION INDUSTRIES SUFFERED A NEAR FATAL CASE OF CASH REGISTER ARREST. CLOSE PROXIMITY TO DEATH TENDS TO BRING REALITY INTO FOCUS.
TIME HEALS ALL THINGS, IT IS SAID. YES, AND IN THIS CASE EVEN MOMENTS OF MORAL LUCIDITY AND SPIRITUAL CLARITY WERE “HEALED” AND REPLACED BY BUSINESS AS USUAL. MANKIND HAS A SHORT MEMORY DESPITE THE CONSTANT REMINDERS OF HISTORY.
IN THE SIX YEARS SINCE 911 HAS A SOCIETY CRIPPLED BY EASE, DEBILITATED BY POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, AND CLOSE TO DEATH FROM THE MORAL MALAISE THAT HAS PLAGUED IT FOR DECADES LEARNED ANYTHING?
APPARENTLY NOT, FOR TODAY EVEN MOST RELIGIOUS LEADERS ARE LOATH TO LINK 911 WITH THE REALITY OF SIN. THE WORD ITSELF HAS BEEN EXILED, MUCH LIKE GOD HIMSELF, FROM OUR SCHOOLS, OFTEN EVEN FROM CHURCHES, AND, INDEED, FROM OUR VERY CONSCIOUSNESS.
THE FACT IS THAT WE REAP WHAT WE SOW. WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND. THE GREATEST NATION ON THE EARTH HAS THE GREATEST MORAL RESPONSIBILITY. INDEED, “TO THE MAN GIVEN MUCH, MUCH WILL BE REQUIRED. TO THE MAN GIVEN MORE, MORE WILL BE REQUIRED.” WE WERE ENTRUSTED WITH THE WELFARE OF THE WORLD, AND ALL TOO OFTEN THE TRUST WAS BETRAYED. UNDER THE SPECIOUS PRETEXT OF FREEDOM—WHICH WAS REALLY LICENSE—WE BECAME PURVEYORS OF PORNOGRAPHY, ABORTION, GREED, DECEIT, MURDER AND MAYHEM.
THE CLOCK IS TICKING AND MIDNIGHT IS APPROACHING. ILLUMINATED BY THE FALSE LIGHT OF AFFLUENCE AND EASE, SUCCESS AND POWER, WE BECAME BLIND TO THE DARKNESS, AND YET MIDNIGHT APPROACHES, WITH ALL OF THE CERTAINTY OF TIME ITSELF.
HAVE WE LEARNED ANYTHING IN THE PAST SIX YEARS, OR ARE WE YET MORE BLIND, MORE DEAF, MORE STEEPED IN SIN? ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQNENCES. 911 WAS A WARNING SHOT FIRED OVER THE BOW OF A SICK SOCIETY. THE WARNING HAS GONE LARGELY UNHEEDED.
THE CLOCK IS TICKING. MIDNIGHT IS APPROACHING. PRAYER IS NOW THE ONLY THING THAT WILL AVAIL CHANGE, SO PRAY MY DEAR FRIENDS, PRAY LIKE YOUR LIFE AND THE LIFE OF ALL YOU HOLD DEAR IS AT STAKE.

FOR IT IS, IT IS.

GOD BLESS YOU AND PROTECT YOU AND YOURS,

REV. JOHN CORAPI
SEPTEMBER 11, 2007
SIX YEARS LATER, AND COUNTING


#7

May God bless the people who lost loved ones on that day.
Like many of you, i remember where i was and what i was doing when the news broke.
I couldnt believe it.
God bless you all


#8

Something I wrote for shul a few years ago:

A Martyr is a person who endures persecution and, usually, death for the sake of their religious profession or position. It is a Greek word, meaning “witness.”

ON 9/11, I witnessed the more than 2,700 martyrs. I saw something in the span of minutes, than many live their entire lives without witnessing. I saw martyrs who choose to sacrifice their lives and their humanity, so that they could commit mass murder on a horrific scale. I saw martyrs choose to embrace their humanity and sacrifice their lives, trying to rescue people that could not be rescued. And I saw martyrs that choose to simply go to work and live their lives, but who died anyway.

When I came out of the Chambers street subway station that day, the first plane had already hit and the tower was on fire. There were about 70 people on the street corner with me watching. We were all trying to convince ourselves that it was a terrible accident and that most of the people would be ok. Then the second plane hit. It must have hit the other side of the tower because I didn’t see it. All I saw was the explosion and what looked like an engine turbine come flying out of the building. I later learned that the turbine had landed two blocks away on Murray Street. At that point we all just ran. I fell and was stepped on by a few people but almost immediately two people helped me up. I walked a block to my office.

My window looked out at the towers at the time. I remember seeing people hanging out of the windows, waving sheets or curtains back and forth, amid thousands of pieces of paper fluttering in the sky. At the time I couldn’t process what I was seeing. I just kept thinking of a tickertape parade. Part of me thought that these people were just “killing time” while waiting to be rescued. Waving to the world. Seeking attention the way some people always seem to do when the news cameras are on.

And then people started jumping. And the illusion shattered for me. I was no longer capable of narrating a story in my mind to explain what was happening. What was happening defied explanation.

(cont)


#9

Hearing a city gasp in disbelief as people fall from the sky defies explanation.

Watching the tower collapse in on itself, destroying in a moment the hope of thousands of spouses, children and parents, defies explanation.

Walking from City hall to the GW Bridge, with hundreds of people, many without shoes and covered in a shroud of gray dust, defies explanation.

Under normal circumstances, we see things and our minds immediately begin making up stories to explain what we see. There is always a voice in our head, narrating reality, telling us how everything that happens affects us. We witness something and our mind invents a meaning that fits what we witness. Someone doesn’t call and we know that means they are forgetful, or it means that they are angry, or it means we were supposed to call them. There’s traffic on the bridge, so it means it is Rush Hour, or it means I’ll be late. We are always ready to impose meaning on our world.

But that day, there was no rationalizing anything for me. There was no internal voice explaining anything to me. The city, especially the people from the downtown area, were on autopilot that day. We all shared an experience that left no room for internal commentaries.

Last year I spoke about how the blowing of the Shofar calls us all back to Sinai, to the moment of revelation. And how we all stand at Mt. Sinai and to hear the revelation of Torah for the first time, again and again. The greatest of spiritual good. A time when an entire people turn as one to God and God as One turns to His people.

Whenever I hear someone speak of 9/11, or watch video of the towers, I hear a different Shofar. A blast that calls me back to that day, where I stand at the corner of Chambers and Church street to witness the instant infliction of pain, suffering, death, and mourning on a terrible scale. A time when an entire nation – a nation of martyrs – was murdered in God’s name.

In the rabbi’s message to the community after 9/11, she talked of a new and fuller understanding of the need to eradicate all sources of hatred and evil in our world; and a new understanding of the preciousness of each an every life; a new appreciation of every night we’re able to kiss our loved ones. The reality is, of course, that after a short amount of time passes, we tend to ignore the infinite value each moment of life possesses and concentrate on just getting through the next moment, just waiting for the work day to end or for the kids to go to sleep.

And so what does this all mean? What have me learned? All of us here today were able to walk away from 9/11. How have our lives changed since that day? There has to be meaning in so many deaths. Something other than shock over the immense waste of life, or anger with people who would do such a terrible thing. Lately, I’ve been thinking about all those people who died and how the whole story of 9/11 has been laid out in great detail for us, like some great Midrash, leaving us to find some truth buried in the those terrible events.

So here is my midrash. On Yom Kippur we give up life affirming actions – procreation, showering, eating and drinking. It is a day when we cannot pretend that we are immortal. That death is someone else’s problem. Today we come together as a community and we all rehearse our deaths. And while we are not martyrs, but only a group of people pretending that we can prepare for death, that is no small thing. It is no small thing to stand as witnesses for each other. It is no small thing to come together as one people and acknowledge the innate value and fragility of life. It is no small thing to acknowledge that our own lives are fleeting, grass in the wind, and at the same time, infinitely precious.

We know that he who saves one life it is as if he saved a universe. And we know that we are but ashes and dust.

For me both 9/11 and Yom Kippur are reminders of all this. They are a shofar blast that ingrains this paradox in my bones and blood.


#10

That was beautiful Valke2. Thank you for sharing that with us.

Steph


#11

Great stuff Valke.


#12

Thanks Valke :slight_smile:


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