The Lord is slow to anger and great in power; the Lord will not leave the guilty unpunished. (Nahum 1:3)
I’ve shed a lot of tears over the past 24 hours. The images I’ve seen may never leave me. The World Trade Center was a place I got engaged, worked, dined, awed, and toured as a child. By the grace of God, on this one fateful day, I wasn't there.
Unfortunately, far too many people were. I don’t think it’s quite hit home yet that a family member, former co-worker, friend, or friend of a friend could have died in the rubble of NYC yesterday. Quite honestly, it would be a major miracle if that weren’t the case. There are a large number of people I know who either worked in the area or know someone who did.
It’s hard to comprehend how much hatred filled the hearts of the men who committed these acts, but I’m trying my hardest not to judge them. I’ll leave that in the hands of Lord. Instead I’m trying to channel my thoughts and prayers to the victims of this tragedy and to each of their family members and friends.
This morning I felt led to pray for one particular friend of mine who I worked with at the World Trade Center over a year ago. An hour later I received an e-mail from him with the following words: “FZ, I’m alive!” They were the only two words I needed to hear.