Ten years. We say we haven't forgotten... but we have.
The days, weeks, and months after the terrible events of 9/11/01, we all came together as a community. We came out from the seclusion of our homes and got to know our neighbors. We were reminded how precious life is, deciding to spend more of it with people that we love. We realized we were not immortal and packed the pews of our local churches.
It's more time than we all thought we had back on that day.
Back on that Tuesday morning, we thought the world was ending. In a way, it did. The world we knew was gone. And so we reached for our neighbors... and our God.
We've drifted from that moment in time.
Our security is still something we are concerned about, evidenced by the lines at airports or by how a box, carelessly left behind at a park, will bring out the SWAT team.
But we have drifted from the time that we were kinder to each other. Now that we've had so many stark reminders of the events ten years ago, will we soften our hearts? Or will we go back into our shells, taking refuge in our independent lives, devoid of love for our neighbors?
I hope we remember to choose love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.