I remember vividly. I was sitting in Dr. Steve Lemke’s Christian Ethics class at New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary. Ethics was my first class of the day. At some point a lady knocked on our door. Dr. Lemke went to the door, stepped in the hall, and returned, looking somewhat shaken, not normal for him. He said something like, “It seems someone has attacked the World Trade Center.”
We left class and everybody was kind of walking around, waiting on the chapel service, and wondering out loud what was really happening. I went to my car and turned on NPR, where I heard for the first time that the towers had fallen. The tone of the broadcast and the uncertainty of what really happened gave me the impression that this wasn’t over. I cranked my car and sped the 120 miles home, hoping to get to my family in time. For what? I don’t know, but it was urgent I get home.
Seven years later, it kind of sounds silly now. We lived in southwest Mississippi, hundreds of miles from any place any terrorist might have ever heard of. The unknown is a scary place to be.
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes” (James 4:14-15, NIV).