November 22, 1963 was a day that forever changed us and for years there was at least a memorial of the event that changed it, however as of right now at 3:30 PM I haven’t heard anything commemorating that particular event.
Let’s talk about it for a moment, it is one of those moments so seared on your mind and conscientiousness that you will never forget it for as long as you live, it was the day that our President, John F. Kennedy, was assassinated. Only one other day within my lifetime could match it and that was the day the terrorists attacked us from inside our own borders.
Both events are etched deep into my mind and heart and will remain, like the scar I carry on my chin, for my whole life.
The day President Kennedy was shot, I was young and suddenly it felt like the whole world was crashing to a halt. I was sitting at my own desk, my first job, when a man came over and said, “My wife just called, she was watching “Days of Our Life” there was breaking news, President Kennedy has been shot!” How was it possible that the charismatic young man and his beautiful wife in the pink suit and our country, had been violated.
On September 11, 2001 I was having my morning coffee, and watching GMA with my parents. A very concerned Charles Gibson and Diane Sawyer were talking about a reported fire in one of the Twin Towers. As they talked there was a camera trained on the building monitoring the fire and they were turned in their seats watching. Suddenly we saw a motion coming into the picture on the TV screen, it was a low flying airplane. As I opened my mouth to say, “That plane is flying too low” the same sentence was being echoed by Ms. Sawyer and then it happened…the plane sliced right into the side of that monumental building…the realization began to settle in, it was an attack!
This attack shook our world the way the Japanese airplanes bombing Pearl Harbor in 1941 shook the people of that day. It was a different feeling than the day in November that the President was killed, that was an attack from within our walls, and this, like the December day in ’41, was an attack from without…we had been invaded! When things are quiet I imagine that you can still hear the screams of the people running and looking for shelter, trying to call home one last time. Not able to imagine what had happened. They were crushed, burned, melted into the ground so completely that some were never found. We must not let their death go un-noticed.
While we are taking time to post our 31 days of gratitude, let’s be grateful that we still have the freedom to worship before that freedom is taken away. Say Merry Christmas before any reference to the fact that we are celebrating the birth of Jesus the Christ is outlawed completely. We must pray for our country, our land, to be restored.
As we celebrate Thanksgiving Day this coming Thursday let’s remember to pray for our country, our land, to be restored to the land for which our forefathers were so thankful.
2 Chronicles 7:14 If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.
At least for this one-day, let us unite and pray for the families of the ones that have died defending our country and for the families that have lost loved ones and let us sing the words that Irving Berlin penned when he wrote “God Bless America”. “God Bless America, Land that I love, Stand beside her and guide her thru the night with the light from above. From the mountains to the prairies to the ocean white with foam, God Bless America My Home Sweet Home, God Bless America My HOME SWEET HOME!”