This is taken from Pastor Dean Herring‘s facebook page!
My family sat in solemn silence this past Thursday as we watched the History Channel special that was a montage of video clips taken by people as the tragedy of 9-11 took place. The footage, thankfully, was without professional commentary. There was no Jimmy Carter interview, nor were any of his â€œBlame America Firstâ€ cronies telling us why America must have done something to cause this cold-blooded attack.
The only voices that were heard came from the people on the street. Their words were without shellac or pretense â€“ just raw and frightened. As I watched, emotions began to emerge as I remembered what it was like eight years ago to watch my nation attacked by people who have made a religion out of hate.
The sight of the burning Twin Towers, the people running down the streets of New York City, the burning Pentagon, and the wreckage in that Pennsylvania field will forever be etched in our minds.
In many ways, America has never been the same.
The feeling that our nation was a safe haven disappeared, to some degree, in the smoldering ashes of Ground Zero. We quickly became familiar with Code Red. Airport security became more intense and less convenient, and our borders have become a greater concern for many Americans.
Yet some of the changes go beyond passports and baggage checks.
You can tell a great deal about a people by those they choose to honor, and 9/11 changed the way we defined what is truly honorable. We learned something that day. We learned who our real heroes were.
In a nation that had been so enamored with celebrities and superstars, we found our heroes – not on the red carpet of high society, but on the asphalt and concrete of everyday life.
In our greatest hour of tragedy, it was the â€œGruntâ€ who came to our rescue.
It was the blue-collar guyâ€”the policeman, the fireman, the city worker, and those of the EMS. It was the â€œEveryday Joeâ€ who happened to be in the wrong place at the right time, who waded into the ash and rubble and snatched life from the jaws of death. May we never forget the firemen who were going up in the towers when everyone else was trying to get out.
In a time when Michael Jackson and Ted Kennedy have been lauded by liberals as heroic contributors to America the beautiful â€“ it is good that we take note that not all heroism is a faÃ§ade. Letâ€™s not forget the true heroâ€™s, and the lessons that we learned on the day that shook our nation.
We learned not to look for bravery on a ball field or at the Oscars. It was fitting that the celebrities lost center stage in the hearts of this wounded nation, and the grunts stood head and shoulders above us all. They still do.