Originally Published September 11, 2013
We will remember.
The words jump off the page, off the screen, from our lips. A haunting breath whispering of unspeakable tragedy and heart rending grief.
The terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 did something to this country. It changed our history. It changed us.
It was a despicable act of cruelty. People innocent of any crime against their executioners were brutally slaughtered in service to a god who demands the death of infidels.
It was egregious. Horrific. Abominable. And we will never forget. Nor should we.
Do this in remembrance of Me.
The words lie quietly on the page, beckoning us back to another day. A day dusty with the passing of centuries. But it changed our history. It changed us.
It was a despicable act of cruelty. Jesus, innocent of any crime, was brutally slaughtered by executioners serving a God who demands the death of infidels.
But this was no infidel. This was no innocent victim dying needlessly and for no one. This was God Himself laying down His life to take the place of the infidel. You. Me. He satisfied His own wrath against us by pouring it out on His Son.
The cross drove a stake into the heart of sin and death that day and shouted across the expanse of creation, “NO MORE.”
It was egregiously beautiful. A horrific triumph. Abominably liberating. And we will never forget. Nor should we.