I remember. I was in college, prepping for an Accounting exam that morning. One of my suite-mates came out of her room and told us to turn on the TV. We were shocked, devastated, scared, confused. Class wasn’t canceled. I walked out of my dorm room and across the Bison Square, with the eerie yet encouraging sound of the bag-piper on the steps of the Burton Bible Building playing Amazing Grace.
I practically failed that exam. But, that doesn’t compare to the bigger tragedy of the day. Lives lost, bodies permanently injured, families grieving, our country frightened.
I’m grateful to have a faith that allows me the peace that passes all understanding. One that lets me mourn and weep when tragedy strikes, but picks me back up with a hope that endures. Many may not understand how even through something like this that God is still Almighty, so good, gracious and loving. He is my Keeper, and I am forever thankful.
We will never forget that September day. In the words of country star Alan Jackson, where were you when the world stopped spinning?