Be a part of this new day

Shortly after September 11, 2001, I remember all the commentators telling us that after those shattering acts of terrorism the world would never be the same. That very day, after receiving the phone call alerting me to the catastrophe, I tried to pray. I wanted to pray—but where could I start? The pictures of the New York City scene were horrific. Then there was the plane crash just a short way east of where I live in Pittsburgh. How could I get beyond the screams and carnage?

Yet, there was a simple fact that I had experienced all my life: God is good. God is goodness itself. God, good, is present and acting. I had confidence in that goodness—in its power and presence. I could begin simply by acknowledging that comforting presence. It was speaking to me, and to every part of God’s creation. That had to be my starting point. 

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