911:

A friend asked today, where people were on 911. I’d been thinking about that day all day yesterday, of course.

 I won’t go into the whole story of that day for me-it’s a long one, even for me. But the short version is it was one of the toughest things I’ve born witness to, to say the least. I don’t know why, He wanted me particularly to see it, as I’m sort of a soft hearted poetic type, and easily affected by trauma. Yet, I had great Peace in the moment (tangible Peace in my body, and could share it with others just by looking into their eyes), but was shaking (literally) for weeks afterwards. I flew in that morning, and was on the bridge, when the first building fell. More than horrific really. More apocalyptic. A great shaking among the nations. Where was I?

  On George Washington’s bridge NYC. God (i had a dream) flew me in from London to be there and bear witness, though i didn’t know beforehand what it was i was supposed to go see-only that i had to go to NYC.

 Hard day, truckers crying, jets overhead. Trying to stay in His Peace and share it with others. Lots of confusion around, little interpretation. Felt God lift His thumb for a second. Also felt Father’s grief for all sides. Not just mercy but actual care. Also the clouds of smoke were shaped like a dragon-no joke!

 The painful poem of that day, is written on my bones, tattooed on my heart. Then, the bodies and styrofoam cups. All of humanity equal in guilt, and equalized by suffering-our collective hatred running wild, fully manifest.

I think the church was slow to play priest–interpret, and pray. Some did. Yet, God still used it, and is still using it. But it was a serious shaking and warning, not just for America. Not sure we responded well either-some did. And I sort of felt like He didn’t want to to be that way. There would’ve been something more gentle, if our hearts were open.

 We were contained on the bridge for a long time, and evacuated, war jets overhead, as they were afraid of bombs on bridges–especially the first president’s! Seemed, even in the moment, they were hitting all the major symbols (world trade, government, symbols of America, and symbols of nationhood) The whole story was so symbolic. A tragic teaching. Tell you the whole tale another time…Glad to still be here with Him on earth, sorry for those who are not! I still miss them.

 This day, still always gives me pause, and is a real challenge to pray in earnest for all nations! And to be people of true Peace-to work at it, and stay in it, to practice Peace, as the good book says. Until His Peace truly and fully comes, and lamb and lion hang out together, and the nations are set in order. A real challenge to be working towards “that Day”, and ushering it in daily. Good reminder today.