September 10th 2010 1:22 pm
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...well…, I wasn’t ever born when tragedy struck.
Ever since I came to live with my Mom, which was the year I was born, 2006, and this date gets near my Mom talks to me about what happened on September 11, 2001. Her eyes get wet and she just keeps silence till I paw or lick her hand. She then picks me up and starts telling me about all the sadness in those 9/11 memories.
This time I had a question in my mind, and since my mother seems to be able to read my mind & soul, she just smiled at me and said:
"Did you ever wonder where God was on September 11? Did you ever wonder why God let that happen?” “well sweetie” (that’s me, of course…) “This poem sums it up, and answers the question to "Where was God on Sept 11?" “I read it somewhere a couple of years ago and I think it could help answer some questions for you”:
Where Was God On September 11, 2001?
"I know you're mad at Me right now. That's alright. People have been mad at Me before and will be again. Being mad is part of being human. My Son got mad, too. It's all right to be mad sometimes at injustice, for example, or the lack of charity."
"You probably think I am unjust and uncharitable when an airplane goes down like that. All those people lost. The children gone. It doesn't seem right; it can't be loving. You ask, 'Where was God?' Why did He allow that to happen?"
"I allow it to happen because I allow you freedom. I could have left you on a string and made you dance all day without getting tired. I could have moved your mouth for you and made you sing all night without growing hoarse. I could have pulled a wire that would have let you soar skyward and never fall."
"I could have, but I didn't because I love you so much. I want you to be free to decide when to dance and sing. Free to determine when you will come to Me in faith and hope. Because you are free, some of you choose not to dance or sing. Some of you select hatred over love, revenge over forgiveness, bombs over a helping hand. As you choose, I watch. I do not disappear. I listen to both the songs and the bombs. AND I REMEMBER."
"Where was God?" you wonder...I was there. I whispered in the ear of a little girl, 'Don't be afraid, I am with you.' I held the hand of a business woman as tightly as she clutched mine. I cradled a pilot against my shoulder as if he were a baby again."
"Amid the paralyzing fear, I was there, as I was there with my Son in the garden. Amid the unbearable pain, I was there, as I was with Him as He was whipped. Amid the terrible realization that life was ending too soon, I was there, with Him as He hung on the cross and asked, like you, "My God, why have you forsaken Me?"
"I had not forsaken Him. I did not forsake them. I was there as they fell, and as they rose to eternal joy. I listened to their anger, answered their questions and showed them why they had been created. Not to end that way, but to live with Me forever."
"In an instant, they came into existence. As you did. In an instant, they left this world. As you will. But beyond that last instant, I kept my promise... A little girl dances, a business woman sings, and a pilot keeps his wings forever."
After she finished, she kept silence and we both shared silence. Yes Mom, I think that I do understand now, He, our Loving Father is always with us, we just have to open our hearts to Him and trust.
~~~To this day, many people ask God why He could let this happen...but many fail to see that God was there embracing those who desired to see Him even in the midst of unspeakable tragedy. Take a moment to pray and pay respect to all those effected by 9/11 and share this with your family and friends, I just did~~~~
LET US NEVER FORGET!
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Thanks for sharing the poem.