Through it all

And so we remember. And remember. And remember.

Where was I when it happened 10 years ago? I was at home, preparing for work, when my wife, Mary, told me to look at the television we had in our bedroom. I saw the smoke coming from one of the towers. I saw the second plane hit the second tower. I thought they were showing a replay.

Truthfully, I had never thought much at all about the twin towers. Didn't know much about them. Didn't care at all. Till it happened.

Weirdly, I rushed to work, at the newspaper I was an assistant sports editor at, for I used to do some fairly important things at newspapers. When the first Iraq war happened, I designed the front page of the newspaper I worked at in Jackson, Miss., despite being the sports editor.

But this time, I remember, I could do nothing but watch like the rest of the country.

Ten years. Seems an absolute lifetime ago, perhaps because it is. Families change. Babies born. Jobs done. Callings accepted.

But this I know. This never changes. This is eternal. This is world-turning.

^"1 God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
² Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
³ though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.^[c]
4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
⁵ God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
⁶ Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
he lifts his voice, the earth melts."

Without this understanding, 9-11s will always destroy. With this understanding, we can make it through it all, through it all.