Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

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Monday, September 11, 2006

Do you remember where you were?

Today marks the 5th Anniversary of the attacks of 9/11/01. [Pretend there's a picture here...Blogger's acting up. Again.]

In this blog, I try to respect privacy, so I rarely (ever?) give out last names, infrequently first names. While still doing this, I'd like you all to specifically keep Timothy S. in your prayers today.

Tim was 41-42 years old. He had a beautiful wife and an enviable marriage, with three gorgeous children aged 5, 3 and 1. He had just gotten a great promotion at a certain financial services firm. Five years ago today, he and about 3000 other innocents were murdered. The first plane struck right at the floor where his firm's office was located. He died on impact and his family, I believe, has never recovered anything to bury. I fear there was nothing left of him.

Like Karen, I have no way of having experienced 9/11 through the prism of a "regular" person. Someone I knew died. Someone good and kind and honest and loving. Killed by a murderous hatred given a genocidal expression. So, today I remember him and his family, I remember all those who helped, all those who perished.

I am reminded that whether we like it or not, we are now at war. I fear it may be WW III, but either way, we are at war. Along with with prayers for the abovementioned, I also pray for our enemies -- not that it's so easy -- that God may turn their hearts from their venomous hatred, and for the innocents who are the inevitable casualties of war.

Today I am reminded of The Battle Hymn of the Republic, by Julia Ward Howe:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My condemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

AMDG,

-J.