A heart-breaking tragedy on a fatal morning in American History occurred on September 11, 2001. The events of 9/11 are forever etched in my memory, especially the dramatic collapse of the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center in New York City. The three 9/11 attacks (the World Trade Center in New York City, the Pentagon in Arlington County, Virginia, and a rural field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania) were the deadliest on American soil, since the attack at Pearl Harbor, 60 years prior on December 7, 1941. These attacks brought sorrow and grief as a result of the numerous deaths of airline passengers and crew members, first responders, and workers, both civilian and military. The nation was gripped by fear. The mood was one of anger, hostility and confusion.
That unforgettable day, I was working at home, when I heard the news of the first and then the second attack, followed by the other attacks in Virginia and Pennsylvania. As the Resident Bishop of the New York Conference, I was living in New Rochelle, New York. By the end of the day, my wife was able to make it home from her teaching job in Paterson, NJ. During the day, I was in contact with my District Superintendents and Conference Staff to determine how the Conference could assist in this tragedy. Our family was really concerned, because our oldest son was scheduled to be married at the end of the week, on the 14th. Fortunately, the wedding did take place, but some family members and friends were unable to attend because of the freeze on airline traffic.
On the day after the wedding, Saturday morning, I went to Ground Zero, along with my clergy assistant and two pastors. We went to the perimeter and walked down to Ground Zero. Along the way, we met a group of fire fighters from Chicago, so we stopped and had prayer with them. We saw collapsed buildings, heavily damaged fire apparatus, and bits of paper that littered the streets (The paper had come from numerous offices now destroyed.). There was a “pungent” odor in the air. In the midst of all the wreckage, there were scores of volunteers, who had come to help. All along the way, we meditated, we shared words of encouragement, and we prayed. We went to John Street United Methodist Church, whose exterior was littered with bits of paper, and we prayed again. Then, we went to Bellevue Hospital where people had posted pictures of family members, who were missing. This shocking experience had a chilling effect on me and my colleagues.
In the aftermath of 9/11, The New York Conference, along with other religious communities, offered prayers for all people, and offered comfort to the families of those, who had been killed. Some concerned people helped by donating food, clothing and cash gifts; and pastors were available for counseling. Additionally, The New York Conference held a Memorial Service at Park Avenue UMC to remember the dead, pray for the families of victims, and pray for the healing of the nation. New York City also held a service, organized by the New York City Council of Churches, held at Yankee Stadium. My role at that service was to ring the bell, which tolled for freedom, liberty, unity, justice, and peace, as we honored the victims of 9/11. In the early days after 9/11, there was a sense of unity across our country. Note, however, that the unity created out of tragedy was not long lasting.
On this 25th 9/11 Anniversary, I am reminded that in the United States we continue to struggle in our effort to separate hate from hope. The words in the hymn text of Francis of Assisi help us to frame this concern:
“Lord make us servants of your peace;
where there is hate, may we sow love;
where there is hurt, may we forgive;
where there is strife, may we make one.
Where all is doubt, may we sow faith;
where all is gloom, may we sow hope;
where all is night, may we sow light;
where all is tears, may we sow joy.”
Hate leads to war, while hope leads to peace. The path from war to peace is forged by love. Sarah Brightman casts a clear vision for the future in her song, “Love Changes Everything:”
“LOVE, LOVE changes everything: hands and faces, earth and sky.
LOVE. LOVE changes everything: how you live and how you die.
LOVE can make the summer fly, or night seem like a lifetime.
Yes, LOVE, LOVE changes everything, now I tremble at your name.
Nothing in the world will ever be the same.”
It is LOVE that will change you and me; yes, LOVE will change the world. Let’s give LOVE a fresh beginning.
THINK ABOUT IT!