Unbelievably it has been
6 years since the catastrophic events we have grown accustomed to calling "
9/11." I recounted for my classes today the series of events that my family and I went through that day.
Around 10:00 a.m. that day I went to class meetings and the class chaplain was praying for the country. I had not yet heard of the tragedies that had already occurred and was informed when the prayer was complete. After the meeting was quickly dismissed, we rushed to the student center to watch the televisions. I believe the news about the Pentagon being hit was just beginning to break. Suddenly my heart went to my throat when I realized that the AACS national legislative meeting was taking place in Washington, DC. My dad, Brian's dad and his brother along with many Christian school leaders were in our Nation's Capitol. I tried to call on my cell phone to no avail. What a feeling of helplessness I had at that moment of initial shock. Quickly I shifted my cry to the Lord, and left the matter in His sovereign hands. I found the account that my dad wrote of their unbelievable experiences. I read this to my classes today. Although it is lengthy, I think you will find it to be a blessing.
The picture is my dad and Brian at the spot where my dad learned of the attacks while standing outside the executive offices of the White House. My parents took us to D.C. and my dad recounted the experience for us. Incidentally, Brian and his dad are in D.C. today at the same annual meeting.
My account of September 11, 2001 by Gerry Carlson:On Monday morning September 10, 2001 a PAFC board member and I drove to Washington D.C., to attend a legislative conference for Christian school leaders. Little did we realize the extraordinary significance of the conference theme when it was introduced at the opening session on Monday night. That theme, "
For Such A Time As This," became so prophetic and momentous as the events unfolded over the next twenty-four hours.
Tuesday morning, after an hour-long preliminary meeting, the entire group of about 140 was loaded into buses at about 9:00 a.m. to travel from the Holiday Inn on the Hill up Pennsylvania Ave. to the White House complex for a special "
White House Briefing." The buses dropped us on 15th and E Street, which is on the east side of the White House grounds. We leisurely walked up the sidewalk to Pennsylvania Ave. on this gorgeous morning. We were surrounded by numerous tourists and government workers -- all enjoying the beauty of that very special place.
Then we walked west in front of the White House to 17th Street where we were to enter into the Old Executive Office Building to be cleared by White House security. As we arrived at the entrance we were only there a few minutes before a group of employees began to quickly emerge from the building. Immediately we were told to get away from the building because a plane was heading toward the White House.
I must confess that my first thought was that a small private, plane, piloted by a kook, was trying to make some crazed point. So we obeyed the policemen who began to shout at us and we moved down the street for protection. At the same time cell phones began to chirp and members of our group began to receive calls from family and staff members in different parts of the country. Near me was a pastor from Hackensack, New Jersey, who received a call that gave us the shocking news about the first hit to the World Trade Towers.
In the minutes that followed we began to learn the tragic story. It also began to dawn on us that we were definitely in harms way. I remember fear beginning to rush into my mind due to the realization that our nation's capitol was under terrorist attack. And here we were -- a block away from the seat of America's power. Then I remember one of the men saying to three or four of us -- "
let's pray!" There we stood -- praying for our safety and for our country. Then I can say that
God's peace came to my heart.
And all up and down that street groups were calling heaven -- asking for God's strength for us and wisdom for our country's leaders.
In a few moments another call told us that the Pentagon had been hit. I did not learn until today that my colleague, and another friend in the group, saw the aircraft circle above us. Perhaps this occurred while I was in the prayer group -- I don't know. I do know that God was good to keep me from seeing that plane. Because of my long time acquaintance with the Washington area, I would have known that this meant something was terribly wrong. I know that all aircraft are strictly prohibited from leaving a narrow route along the Potomac River on approach to Reagan National Airport. The Lord not only protected us --
He throttled my fear by keeping my mind in the palm of His hand.
Soon our group was urged to move west to 19th Street and then south toward Constitution Ave. to an area where we could maybe meet our buses. By now the traffic was turning to absolute gridlock as all government workers poured out of the buildings and headed for home. When we reached Constitution Ave. the sirens began to wail as fire engines; police cruisers, and many unmarked law enforcement vehicles began to emerge from all directions.
Then we saw the large cloud of dark smoke emerging from the Pentagon -several miles to the southwest. It was then that the reality really began to set in. The unthinkable had happened. Everything had changed. But the changeless God of the universe was right there with us on Constitution Ave. And we could sense His protection and peace.
We've learned that the plane made two: passes over the White House. Could it be that God kept that plane from exploding into the White House specifically because 140 Christian leaders were there at the door? We don't know God's ways.
I just know that God's protection was on our lives. He must have things for us yet to do.
What a challenge! What a privilege!
Grandma Cutlan and Mom helped me collect Spode Christmas dishes for many years. Now I love to serve my Christmas dinner on these special dishes. Both of my grandmas and my mom were such excellent examples of hosting memorable Christmas celebrations. My hope is that my nephews will always have fond memories of Christmas Eve at Aunt Kristy's and Uncle Brian's.
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