I cannot remember crying about September 11th since it happened. I guess after the initial cry and response I have a tendency to get in caring mode and make sure others needs are addressed. When the pot gets stirred I get the bowls ready and assure everyone the soup will be good no matter how ill the ingredients. Make sense? I don't know.
But this morning I heard the tape of a young woman working on the 82nd floor. Crying for reassurance, “We are all going to die aren't we?!” She pleaded with the operator not to hang up and the operator assured her she would not. I cried.
It really shook me up. For two reasons. First, someone was minutes maybe seconds away from death. This call to, ironically, the 911 operator, was quite disturbing. Upon the debate of the release of these tapes, I have to admit, I find it very painful to listen to them. Should they be released? I don't know...they elicited such emotions from me that I almost pray that they would not, and am thankful that the decision lays somewhere else other than me.
Second: I found it painful of the finality of with which this woman lived. Blaringly to me....she lived with no hope, no reassurance of eternal life. Now I make no judgement on where this young woman is spending eternity. I can only go by the evidence of a 20 second conversation on which I was able to eaves drop. But, to me, she was dying and was doing so with no hope. I cried.
Are people around you dying? Are they failing to hear the message of eternal life through Jesus? What strategies can you develop to save them? Does this even upset you?