Archive for September 2011

9/11 As We Experienced It

Greetings Family and Friends,

In this post  my son-in-law graciously allowed me to post this poignant recollection from his trip to New York City,  in March of 2009.  He was driving a missionary couple from our church first of all to his high school and then to Ground Zero.  From here I quote him:

 “It was dark by the time we drove to the site of the World Trade Center. On our brief tour, this would be the only time we got out of the car. We actually took turns as I technically pulled up in a security zone right next to the current construction area. I had no intention of lingering there. I just wanted to see it for myself. It was enough to provide a memorable experience. As we drove away, I heard Sister comment on how big the hole is. I will always remember my dad taking me to see the foundation for the Twin Towers before they were built. In a way, just a big hole. I felt the Spirit of God and was reminded of how the earth was restored to be inhabited again. God had to start over and build again too.”

There were many innocent people and heroes on 9/11 that lost their lives. Too many to mention in this limited space. There are web sites and books that give much attention to this sad chapter in our history and recount amazing heroism. However, I too, want to remember them and pray our nation never faces such atrocities again.

Commemorating the Tenth anniversary of 9/11, I was remembering my husband and I coming to America from the Philippines on that fateful day. We had been missionaries in Angeles City for about two years at that time, and were anticipating a good visit and Seminar, which was the purpose of our trip home. We had a good flight and were nearing SeaTac in the A.M. This was to be our destination and port of entry when the pilot spoke over the intercom and told us our plane was being diverted to Vancouver B.C. because our country “was under attack!” He said he didn’t know anything more than that. The reaction of the passengers was that of utter shock. There was just silence as we tried to assimilate the pilots dire words. Under attack! What did he mean by that pray tell? The trip to Vancouver was short and as we were leaving the plane, my husband asked the steward what was going on. He told us that planes had crashed into the twin towers and into the pentagon. Everyone still was stunned by these turn of events as we all gathered into the small airport. There were several pay phones lined up against the wall and long lines of people waiting to use them. I was appalled by the seeming lack of consideration by those who were on the phones that seemed oblivious to others who were also wanting to call loved ones.  Oh well, praise the Lord anyhow!

After getting our luggage, we were waiting to be bussed to SeaTac. I remember standing in the midst of the crowd when someone walked by with a Burger King bag of burgers and what else I couldn’t see (of course). I got excited! American burgers! Yum! I asked them where they got them. “Upstairs,” they said. I told my husband, “I’ll go get us some burgers.” He said, “no way!  I don’t want to miss the bus!”   Later on in the day, when we were hungry I thought about those char broiled burgers. Oh well, here we go again, “praise the Lord anyhow!

Before we could enter the United States, we stopped at a truck weigh station where our luggage was searched. It was a strange feeling to watch from our bus window as the authorities wearing rubber gloves searched each bag. It was a long tedious process. The bus driver told us after entering the U.S. in a while, we would be stopping at a rest area. There are no words to describe how I felt when we stopped. The awe of seeing an area so clean! The grass so green and manicured. I really felt like kissing the ground. America! My sweet America. Thank you Lord for this beautiful country. I love this land I was privileged to be born in. May we, by God’s great grace, have a great revival as in years gone by. One that will exceed that of the Azusa Street revival and the revival of 1904 in Wales. The great revival that spread around the world. Do it again Lord. Do it again!

I was able to be one of the first people off the bus and secure a phone, hurray! I called every number in Graham that I had memorized. And would you know I could not get a hold of one single solitary person? Those were the days when everyone I knew did not have an answering machine. So there was no leaving a message to tell them what was going on. So, praise God! (By the way, I would’ve made my call short for the sake of the others who were waiting).  Smiley face.

Then a sweet American courtesy awaited us as we got off the bus at the rest area. Some kind ladies had coffee and cookies for the passengers. Thank you Lord for this sweet (double sweet) blessing! By this time it was about 6:00 o’clock in the evening.

We got to SeaTac after 8:00 o’clock in the evening where we were taken to a hotel across from the airport. It was then that we saw footage of what had taken place. Countless lives were affected by the terrible events of that tragic day, and grief covered our dear land. We were thankful that though it took us the whole day to get to Seattle we were safe. Many others were not so fortunate. An unforgettable trip to say the least.

The Lord Bless You Till Next Time.

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