A Tribute to the Memory of 9/11

 

A Tribute to the Memory of the 9/11 Tragedy

"Meet Me in The Stairwell

by Stacey Randall

 

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11^th, 2001.  Neither will I.

I was on the 110^th floor in a smoke-filled room with a man who called his wife to say “good-bye.”  I held his fingers steady as he dialed.  I gave him the peace to say, “Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK.  I am ready to go.”  I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children.  I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.

 

I was in the stairwell of the 23^rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help.  “I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!” I said.  “Of course I will show you the way home; only believe in Me now.”

 

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer.  I was with the crew as they were overtaken.  I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Virginia, California, Michigan and Afghanistan.  I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.  Did you sense Me?  I want you to know that I saw every face.  I knew every name – though not all know Me.  Some met Me for the first time on the 86^th floor.  Some sought Me with their last breath.  Some couldn’t hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames;  “Come to Me…this way…take My hand.”  Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.  But I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day.  You may not know why, but I do.  However, if you’d been were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

September 11^th, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you.  But someday your journey will end.  I will be there for you as well.  Seek Me now while I may be found.  Then, at any moment, you know you are “ready to go.”  I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.               Love, the LORD

 

When I read this piece in our church newsletter, I wept the whole time I was reading.  I weep for the sorrow and the loss and the horror of it all, but also for the fact that God was there with every soul going through the crucible.  Knowing how Jesus wept after the death of his friend Lazarus, I can only imagine that the Lord felt great sorrow for all His creation was having to endure as a result of the work of the evil one, Satan. 

Praise God, the day will come when Satan is the one in the flames and we can at last be free from his influence.  Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus.


-Photos:  these two photos came from the 9/11 Museum in NYC