Peace Lutheran Church
This month marks the 10th anniversary of September 11, 2001; and there will a lot of people discussing where they were on September 11th as the events of that day took
place. The events of September 11th, much like the events of December 7, 1941 and November 22, 1963 are so etched in the minds of the nation that it is nearly impossible to forget where one was when they heard the news.
Of all places, I was in chapel when I heard the news that a plane had hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center; I had been in class while the events were unfolding, then went to chapel where the chaplain announced that in the prayers we would be praying for those
affected by the plane that crashed into the World Trade Center. The rest of that day was then spent the same way much of the rest of America spent the day: watching television as the horror unfolded before our eyes.
Ultimately, we cannot always choose where we are when we hear bad news. I am sure President Bush wished that he was not on camera, or in a first grade classroom, when he heard the news. Normally we do not hear bad news in such public places; sometimes we
hear it in a hospital room; or over a phone while cooking; or on the radio or television; or even face to face from another person. Perhaps the only thing worse then hearing bad
news is being the one who has to deliver the bad news.
But regardless of where we hear bad news, is where we go after hearing the bad news. You may hear that bad news in the hospital, or even in the grocery store; but where do you go from there? Do you stay in that place and mourn, or curse God, or pout about what has happened? Or do you takes those cares and concerns to the cross and lay them at the feet of Jesus?
That is perhaps what these three days that are etched in the memory of the nation, not to mention many other grim days in our own lives have in common. When met with crisis, when met with times of hardship, when met with days where we do not understand the workings of God as evil overwhelms us; we are drawn to the cross of Christ.
At the cross we are forever reminded of an awful day that turned out good. On the cross, Jesus, the Son of God, died a most gruesome death. I imagine that as Mary and John and the others who witnessed the crucifixion went home that day, they thought to themselves that this was by far the worst day of their entire lives. And that they thought to themselves that they would forever remember where they were when they heard Jesus gasp ‘It is finished’ and gave up His spirit.
But no one remembers where they were when Jesus died; because everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news that He had risen.
Today we call that awful day when Jesus died: Good Friday. It is a good day, not because Jesus died, but because Jesus died for you. Jesus died for the forgiveness of your sins
on the cross so that you might have everlasting life in Paradise with Him.
In the coming weeks, as many discuss where they were when they heard the news of the unfolding events of September 11th, 2001; remember not just where you were, but where you went, either physically or mentally, or both, when you heard that news. Remember that while others questioned God, or cursed God, or asked why there was such great evil in the world; remember that you were drawn to the cross of Jesus, for that is where your hope and comfort in every time of need is found.
God Bless! Pastor Schmidt