Coping
with the 9.11.01 Aftermath

By Max Lucado
Four thousand gathered for mid-day prayer in a downtown cathedral. A New York
City church, filled and emptied six times last Tuesday. The owner of a Manhattan
tennis shoe store threw open his doors and gave running shoes to those fleeing
the towers. People stood in lines to give blood, in hospitals to treat the sick,
in sanctuaries to pray for the wounded.
America was different this week. We wept for people we did not know. We sent
money to families we've never seen. Talk-show hosts read Scriptures, journalists
printed prayers. Our focus shifted from fashion hemlines and box scores to
orphans and widows and the future of the world.
We were different this week. Republicans stood next to Democrats. Catholics
prayed with Jews. Skin color was covered by the ash of burning towers. This is a
different country than it was a week ago.
We're not as self-centered as we were. We're not as self-reliant as we were.
Hands are out. Knees are bent. This is not normal. And I have to ask the
question, "Do we want to go back to normal?"
Are we being given a glimpse of a new way of life? Are we, as a nation, being
reminded that the enemy is not each other and the power is not in ourselves and
the future is not in our bank accounts?
Could this unselfish prayerfulness be the way God intended for us to live all
along? Maybe this, in his eyes, is the way we are called to live. And perhaps
the best response to this tragedy is to refuse to go back to normal.
Perhaps the best response is to follow the example of Tom Burnet. He was a
passenger of flight 93. Minutes before the plane crashed in the fields of
Pennsylvania he reached is wife by cell phone. "We're all going to
die," he told her, "but there are three of us who are going to do
something about it."
We can do something about it as well. We can resolve to care more. We can
resolve to pray more. And we can resolve that, God being our helper, we'll never
go back to normal again.

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