A Day for Grieving

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven...
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
Ecclesiastes 3:1,4

This is a sad day...

I've been following the 9/11 memorial coverage on my portable radio, listening to the names of those who lost their lives in the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks that were launched upon the World Trade Center in New York City.  Each name is being carefully pronounced by various family members whose loved one died. I could hear the pain, sorrow and anguish in each voice, some trying to speak through stammering lips.

In my mind, I could picture these people struggling to hold back tears, while some of them could not. But after listening to the live broadcast for perhaps a little more than an hour, I reached a point where I could listen no more. So I reached for the off button while my soul felt numb.

I don't know any of those who died, and I don't know their loved ones who are grieving. But I did pray for the survivors. I asked the Lord to continue to comfort their hearts as they deal with the grief.

However, this I know. Being in prison does not disconnect me from the outside world. For I am still a part of the human family, and this was a sad day for me as well. And I will continue to pray for the healing of many broken hearts.

D.B.