We all have moments forever etched in our memories. Some are individual events, like the birth of a child or an automobile accident, or those which touch the corporate consciousness. The bombing of Pearl Harbor. The assassination of President Kennedy.
The hot summer of 1974, I was 7-years old and watched as President Nixon resigned as President of the United States. I didn’t know what Watergate was about, but I remember the reaction of Armeda Ashe and the other adults watching.
In 1981, I was in Mrs Beeler’s junior high history class when the school principal announced President Reagan had been shot. There was deafening silence in the room.
What about the morning of September 11th, 2001? I was getting ready for work when the phone rang. “Do you have the tv on? Turn it on. Turn it on now.” I sat stunned as smoke billowed from the World Trade Center Tower and then watched the second jet plow through the second Tower.
For days afterward there was eerie silence on the streets. When the government finally lifted the restrictions on air travel, we froze in fear each time a plane flew overhead. My son was 2- years old then, and has no sense of what 9/11 was about. He doesn’t know how much air travel – and the world – has changed because of 9/11.
Every generation has it’s own defining moment, a soul-piercing event that calls it to its knees.
Imagine the day Jesus returns!
Behold, Jesus is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen (Revelation 1:7).
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