I was at Ground Zero. In the eerie silence of a city teeming with millions, I looked into the abyss and tried to imagine the agony of that moment. So many would never see what would rise from the ashes in that place just a few feet away. New beginnings…new resolve…new commitments.
We visit Ground Zero to remember, then rise again.
Every day I am at my Ground Zero. In the eerie silence of my hectic, noisy life, I stare into the abyss and relive those painful moments that brought my world crashing down. So many see only the destruction. But, I am living new beginnings…new resolve…new commitments.
I visit my Ground Zero to remember, then rise again.
And I will.
Pain in the moment.
A song to sing, a story to tell.
A sojourner’s heart to bind and heal.
Pain in the memory.
That should be my happy wife.
That should be my faith community.
Opportunity lost in the moments and the memories.
In the constant.
In the change.
It wasn’t worth it.
The yielding wasn’t worth it.
It wasn’t worth the loss of the intimacy of my marriage.
It wasn’t worth the lack of trust of my children.
It wasn’t worth the loss of my ministry.
It wasn’t worth the lack of a purposeful life.
It wasn’t worth the loss of a God who was close by.
It wasn’t worth never being where I was.
It wasn’t worth never being what we were.
No, it wasn’t worth it.