This morning as I was exercising I watched on the TBN Christian T.V. a presentation by In Touch Ministries in reference to 9/11. As a first responder to the 93 bombing and also the World Trade 9/11, I was brought to tears. I knew all who died in the 93 bombing and also over 150 of those who died in 9/11. I remembered as I watched, from my office building, the second plane hit and the horror of it all. I had been working in the office after 30 years in the field. I was assigned Governor Hospital to make sure they had enough steam for the operating rooms. After one hour there and no patients, I was transferred to ground zero where I spent 14 days, 18 hrs. a day in helping to restore whatever we could. This day is a rough day for me. I am strong, but on this day, I will always have something to remember. I am part of a history where man presented its brutality and sickness of their fellow man. The great miracle of that day for me was because the phone lines were dead. My wife and family didn’t know if I was alive. Sometime around 2pm while I was 8 levels underground in a little hole trying to help control things in the Chase Manhattan building, my company cell phone went off and as I reached behind, it was my son. Yes, son I am alive and he started thanking God that I was alive. Of course he called my beautiful wife and family and told them I was alive, but in a bad place and didn’t know when I was coming home.
As I have been reading of the brutality and sickness of the church, I asked myself, have we learned anything? The church helped a little, but it was silenced.
Are we at ICN quieted because things are great in this country? Are we so comfortable with the status quo? I repeat, this is very tough day for me. As I am writing, I am crying inside. On 9/11 I got first-hand knowledge of war in my front yard.
My question is: Are we silent or are we speaking in love? We need to have a voice even if the world will cut our heads off about the Jesus we know.
Be blessed, my brothers and sisters in Christ.