Sep 11, 2007

God In The Stairwell (Sixth Anniversary of September 11, 2001)

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

I was on the 110th 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,
I was with his wife when he called. I held her up as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd 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.

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the
injured. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven.

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 frightened souls there, comforting and assuring them that
Their faith has saved them.

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 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath. 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.

September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found, for I will be in the stairwell of
your final moments.

-John Tesh's version of Stacey Randall's poem "Met in the Stairwell" (read by John Rivers on KLOVE radio station this morning)

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