Remember

I'm sure everyone is aware, but looking out my window at work I can see the American flag outside the community center is at half staff, and I wanted to take a little time to say something about September 11th, 2001.
I can't quite remember where I was when it happened. I was six years old. And I don't remember if the footage I saw on tv was live as it was happening (my parents saw it live), or if it was replays later in the day, but I remember it terrified me. I was utterly sick to my stomach, and hurting for all the people involved. And I remember being so happy when the President said we were going to do something about it. I remember how my family prayed for the people who were trapped in the rubble, the people working to get them out, the families of the people who were lost. I remember how the whole nation turned to God. For a time, America seemed more awake and living than it had or has for awhile.
That's been fourteen years ago, and we've slipped back into our normal lives as a people. It is dangerous for a nation to forget where it has come from. Not only is it dangerous to forget things like the terrorist attack on the twin towers, but it is even more dangerous to forget the One who's hand guides in the affairs of men.