Where Were You That September Day?

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?