I haven't browsed to see how many others have written about the sixth anniversary of September 11th.  I do remember last year reading several blogs and crying all the while.  I can't say with certainty that I'm avoiding those memories or just writing them down.

I remember though.  We lived in Florida at the time.  September is a nice time to be in Florida, the heat is mellowing, but the sun is still shining.  That morning was beautiful, a twang of fall in the air, slightly cooler, crisp blue skies.  My husband had just left for work (i.e. he walked to the other end of the block to his office at church).  I was just turning my attention to getting the children moving when the phone rang.  It was my husband.  He had just turned on his radio (he likes a.m. talk shows) and asked me to turn on the T.V. because there was something going on.

I turned it on, not really knowing what I was to look for or find.  The picture on the screen was the first tower to be hit-- smoking.  The newscaster babbled "It could be..."  "Maybe it was..."  generallities that seem to go on and on and muddle my mind.  I tried to describe to my husband what was happening and what was being said.  Then, I saw the second plane banking.  I knew in my heart what was about to happen and started crying, saying to no one in particular, "Oh, no.  Oh, no."  Wanting to shout to everyone in the building, "Get out quick!"  As I talked to him, trying further to descibe what I had just saw, the towers started to come down.  My husband came home right away.  We prayed, I cried.  Then we tried to reach his brother who lives in NYC.  Of course, the cell towers were down and other ones were jammed with phone calls.  We prayed and called family in Oregon to see if anyone had gotten through.

There are some things that etch themselves into our memories and never fade.  The day I was told my best friend was dead and 9/11 are two of those for me.  We eventually got through to my brother-in-law.  He had had the day off from work and was watching the events unfold through a window not many blocks away at a friend's apartment.  Had he went to work, he would have disembarked the subway under those towers while these things were happening.  We are thankful he was not there; we still pray for those families whose loved ones were there.

So what do we do now?  Unfortunately, it seems, that the long-term memory of America is not very good.  I think that fewer really take time to remeber this day six years ago, and any event in our history longer than that is almost forgotten completely.  Just look at the all the tests and surveys that ask people about historical events or people -- so very few remember any past President Cliton or even what started the War in Iraq to begin with.  Sad, but true.

Today we went to our local school (which just opened this fall, built for $6.5 million) to vote on yet another school bond measure.  But that is another story.  After voting, my husband began telling me about the Glenn Beck radio show.  I am linking it here, because you need to know what is happening.  I don't care to listen to those kind of programs, so please don't think that I am endorsing them for you.  But this particular episode needs to be out there.

I think that most Americans have gone back to pre-9/11 thinking, living, etc. that the information in this episode of Glenn Beck is particularly worrisome.  It appears from things gathered, that terrorists are thinking of targetting our schools.  Now, I won't elaborate here, but I encourage you, dear reader, to prayerfully consider reading this transcript, or letting your husband read it and share what he thinks appropriate for you.    This is not just a case of  "Boy, I'm glad I homeschool" because should this day come to pass, God have mercy on us, it will be crippling to our nation.

Remember Jesus' exasperation in the Garden?  "Could you not watch one hour?"  America watch.  And pray.