On this 10th anniversary of that tragic day in Manhattan, at the Pentagon and in a field in Pennsylvania, there are many new reports recalling those few hours of panic, terror and destruction. In the midst of Ground Zero, the heat of the explosion and the force of the collapse of one of the Twin Towers caused two I beams of steel to weld together in the shape of a rugged cross. The commentator said when they unearthed it, it was as if God was saying, “I’m here.”
Looking through m
y clip art for a picture, I rediscovered one a missionary couple I support had sent me from Japan right after the earthquake and tsunami. Hovering out of the rubble where a church once stood, the congregation had constructed a makeshift cross so they could hold services.
When we lived in Baton Rouge, a mega church had erected three crosses at the entrance to their church site on the Interstate 10. After Katrina, those crosses became a beacon. One of the major food banks and distribution centers were in a warehouse next to them.
I have worn a cross since I was 16. It was bought with my first pay check. At times I feel it next to my skin and it reminds me He is there next to me, touching my life. I rarely feel it when I am joyful or confident or upbeat. But when my day is in rubbles, then I do feel it next to me – warm and comforting. It is a reminder of whom it is I belong. Instead of a dog tag, it is my God tag.
God reveals Himself in the midst of tragedy. His cross provides a ray of hope in despair, of control in chaos, and the security of Daddy watching over us in the middle of fear. The next time life throws you in the midst of chaos and your world is tumbling around you – look for the cross.
And lo, I am iwth you, even unto the end of the age. Matthew 28:20
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