Yesterday, September 11th, was a day we don't want to remember, but we can't forget.
It certainly isn't a day that builds faith, as it appears. It was a day when heroes were made that didn't want to be, but had to be; and a day when grief, darkness, and blood seemed to cover the city. And I wasn't even there- I only watched by television.
Today, the sun is out, and I could forget that sometimes evil temporarily prevails. I could forget how some still suffer longing and loneliness because of those they lost. Lost loved ones and lost dreams are the things that shake us to our soul. What can overcome such darkness?
"But may they who love You be like the sun when it rises in full strength" says Judges 5:31b.
We will arise. All those bowed down can rise up with wings as eagles, as it says in Isaiah. The sun comes out. And the Son can never be hidden- even in darkness- for He has overcome the world. We shall too.
There's something about becoming a warrior, when you didn't intend to- I think that's when you really start to live.
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