September 11

This morning I talked to my parents for a little while. They were in the cab on their way home from the memorial service at the US Embassy in Beijing. My Dad and Mom said it was a neat service, and they invited a lot of Scouts to attend. Of course, all phones and cameras had to be left at the door so they weren't able to take any photos. Still though, isn't that great that they're on the other side of the world in China and they're still honoring the memories of those who died ten years ago? I thought it was neat. I was late for church because I couldn't stop listening to the people reading the names of their loved ones who had died. It choked me up when they had the children of the family members who had died. I also watched TLC's "Hero's of the 88th Floor." That was a great story-it really reminded me of all the sad emotions I felt that day, even though I didn't know anyone who was personally involved. I hope I never forget, either.

At church today I was talking with some kids that were fourteen. They casually talked about today and were reverent about the subject, but I asked them if any of them actually remembered anything. One girl said she remembered her parents frantically saying they had to go up to the schools and get the other kids. But that's about it. I can remember September 11, 2001 like it was yesterday. I wonder what will happen to those memories after our generation is gone... how will people remember this day? I wonder if eventually we'll stop reading the names of the dead and if ground zero will become something like the Alamo-just a tourist spot to stop and tour.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a chance to take a moment at some point during today and pray for those family members who lost someone, to pray for our military, and to pray for the good of our country. And for rain in Texas. We need it really, really bad.