The horror and terror of that day is hard to revisit.
I will never forget the brave Americans who would not let the fear, the paralysis, dictate the days to follow.
They flew their flags. They served their neighbors. They honored the loss. And held the living.
Didn’t you notice how we looked each other in the eyes more? Spoke kindly to each other. Listened to each other. We moved through tragedy together. United.
When football games continued, and mainstream life moved on, I had mixed emotions. Was it OK to go on a date? To keep moving forward? To go back to work? To life?
But we did.
We were brazen in our freedom.
In the midst of battle. The midst of suffering. When life was turned upside down, we stood shoulders back, arms linked. The land of the free. The home of the brave.
And I wonder…
What if, when we feel beat down by the world, by disappointment, failure…what if we could remember that freedom isn’t the illusion of security, or perfect circumstances? It is the surety of our identity and purpose. It is a heart brimming with hope because our lives are about more than our individual satisfaction. Freedom looks like having the guts to live for more.
I wonder, as we remember, will we live for more–for each other–again today?
So if the Son sets you free, you are truly free. John 8:36
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1
You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love. Galatians 5:13
I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world. John 16:33