Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Where I Was

This post is not about where I was at 8:47 EDT on Sept. 11, 2001, but rather where I was on Sept. 11, 2006. I was in a conference room milling about for juice and donuts, preparing to sit through many excruciatingly dry presentations of everything one must know to work in a hospital. There was no mention of the anniversary at the opening of the seminar, no discussion at lunch. It was as if 9-11 never happened. In truth, for many of us nothing has changed in the last five years. We live our lives sheltered from the pain and ugliness of the world beyond. I want to believe that something so catastrophic would make a difference in our lives, in our living, in our spirituality. Perhaps it is not the catastrophes that make changes in our lives, but our living that can make changes in catastrophe. Rev Abi has a great post on 9-11 and Ghandi. I can't improve on that.


Anonymous said...

Sheltered indeed. I wandered thru my day near tears remembering the nameless faces I saw on tv five years ago. Yet somehow the rest of the world I was in contact with didn't seem to notice the significance of the day. Perhaps living in denial is the only way they can continue the day to day tasks. I just refer back to Sunday's sermon. When your dreams die, when the world you've known changes, the dog still has to be fed. I simply know that since 9/11 my day to day tasks will never be the same.

DogBlogger said...

One thing I remember about events of five years ago is that the following Sunday, church was full. Pulling extra chairs from the classrooms full. And then the Sunday after that, attendance was back to normal. Do that many people really feel that just one trip to worship makes everything okay?