Today, 18 years ago, 19 men committed one of the most infamous crimes in American history. They murdered 2,977 innocent American and foreign people, who were simply going about their daily lives. They all went out into eternity…some to heaven, some to hell, having never received God’s gift of Salvation. But…have we forgotten?
Those who don’t learn from History are apt to repeat it.
I used to work on a bus route at my church before we went on the road full time for FBN. All of my riders were born after 9/11…and none of them had ever heard of it. They were old enough. There is no reason for their ignorance. It’s not their fault. Their parents and their teachers have let them down.
The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center was the death place of 2,605 people, not including the victims onboard the planes. 411 of those were first responders. Have we forgotten them?
The Pentagon was the death place of 125 people, 55 of those being military personnel. Have we forgotten them?
Flight 93 and the other three planes involved were the death places of 246 passengers, flown to their deaths because of 19 wicked men bent on destruction and death, for a god that doesn’t even exist. Have we forgotten those victims and their murderers?
At least 4,424 of our troops gave their lives in Iraq to protect our nation and put down terrorist organizations. Have we forgotten their sacrifice?
As of 2018, 2,372 of our brave servicemen have died in Afghanistan to the same end. There have been 20,32o wounded in the war. Have we forgotten their valor, their blood shed for our freedom, their families mourning loss of life, limb and mental stability?
I would dare to say that we have. I have spoken with people who thought Afghanistan was just a military base, not a war zone. I have spoken with many who have no idea when we went to war or why. I myself can name only two places where fighting has taken place over there. I am ashamed of my lack of knowledge on this subject. After all, this is the war of my generation. I was five when 9/11 happened. I watched the towers fall live on my Grandmother’s television. I have never forgotten that. It is seared into my memory forever.
Did you know that the 18-year-old recruit in Basic Training today was only a baby when 9/11 happened? Did you know that the 17-year-old recruit wasn’t even born? Three of my siblings have only known a country at war. A couple of them remember when Osama bin Laden died, taken out by conscientious Navy SEALs. None of the three remember Saddam Hussein. I do. I lived in fear, as a child, that they would come to America and murder my family, even though I prayed they would come to know the Lord. It was a result of this fear of dying that God softened my heart and I accepted Him as my personal Savior.
I believe though, that as a nation, We Have Forgotten.
But that’s not all…
Jesus Christ came to earth, born of a virgin, suffering the scoffing and criticism by His own people. Have we forgotten the reason He came?
He selected 12 men to be his disciples. One betrayed Him to His enemies for money. One denied that he even knew Jesus. And 11 of them ran when Jesus was arrested. Have we forgotten His agony in the garden, for us? His prayers while His disciples slept?
He was falsely accused, beaten, spit on and mocked before the people. Have we forgotten His humility and acceptance of what should have been our punishment? He Who knew no sin? Have we forgotten?
Jesus died, gave His Life for us on the cross, so that we could go to Heaven when we die. He accepted the rejection of God, His Father, so we could be accepted. He willingly allowed Himself to die and be buried in a borrowed tomb, for you! For me! For the victims of 9/11. For the hijackers who took over the planes. For Osama bin Laden, Saddam Hussein. For every “good” person that has ever lived or ever will live. For every bad person who ever has lived or ever will live. For everyone. He loves us that much. He doesn’t owe us anything, but Jesus did it anyway. Have we forgotten the Love of Jesus?
And the most important part…
He rose again from the grave! Three days after giving His life for us, Jesus Christ, the Only Begotten Son of God, rose of His own power, victorious over death, hell and the grave.
How could we have forgotten? Do we as a nation even care? If not, it will be to the eternal doom of every individual who has rejected His free gift of Salvation. All Jesus asks is that we repent of our sins. That is all! Small thing to ask, right?
I haven’t forgotten. What about you?
I have accepted His gift. What about you?
Have you forgotten?
As I have stated before, I love first responders🚓🚑🚒 So, yes, today I have another book review about one of my favorite groups of people…POLICEMEN!🚔
(Shout out to Rebekah D. for telling me about this book and to her younger brother, Timothy D. for letting me borrow his book! Thanks, Buddy! And I don't blame you for wanting to keep the sticker! :D)
Rescue: A Police Story
By Alison Hart
Overall: An armed robbery is in progress, there are hostages, and the police must rescue them. It’s an excellent overview of what our law enforcement does every day to keep up safe.
I loved the attention to detail and the obvious respect for law enforcement! Well explained on a child’s level, shows the dangers without getting gory or too intense. I loved it!
There were a couple of things that I didn’t care for. As far as layout, there were several explanation boxes about technical terms in the story. I wish it had been explained in the text or in the glossary instead of the boxes. There were also some references to luck and a little name-calling, done in jest. Not really dirty or anything, but a little annoying, just so you know. (Certainly don't want little eyes picking up on those names, in fun or not!)
Have a blessed week and thank a policeman if you get a chance!
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I love first responders, and I have a special place in my heart for Firemen 🚒. My dad was a volunteer before he married my mom.💚 When we were at the NC Homeschool Book Fair, I found this book and met the author. I grabbed a copy for my niece, who loves fire trucks. And of course…I had to read it first 😉
Uncle Rocky: Fireman
By James Brewster
Overall: This book is about Uncle Rocky, a Tillerman on a Hook-and-Ladder truck (which my town doesn’t have ☹) It’s so endearing! Not too scary for kids, just right for middle readers and just plain cute to us older ones 😉 I want to get the second collection and maybe get the picture books someday! It’s so important to teach kids respect for first responders! I loved how they always thank God and say ,“Glad to do it!” I also liked how even though there was a mention of girlfriends, there was no kissing or anything like that and they were always with others. AND THERE IS A POLICEMAN FRIEND IN THE STORY! 🚓
My only complaint was the reference to the theater and a reference to a bad song and how they sing that song to keep beat with CPR.
So if you want a sweet fireman read, pick up this book and give it a try!
Have a blessed week!
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