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Met in the Stairwell
You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news,
Sept. 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, but it is OK...I am ready to go."
I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words and 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. "Of course I will show you the way home -- only
believe on Me now."
I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured
and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven.
He heard my voice and answered.
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 believers there. Comforting and assuring them that their Faith has
saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard
the terrible news. Did you sense Me? I want you to know that I saw every
face. I knew every name-though they did NOT all know Me. Some met me for
the first time on the 100th floor. Some sought me out in their last breath.
Some couldn't hear me calling to them throughout the smoke and flames,
"Come to Me...this way...take my hand." 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. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would
you have reached for Me? 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. Then, at any moment, you know
you are "ready to go." I will be in the stairwell of your final
moments.
God
Copyright©2002 Stacey
Randall
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