Where were you?

That question. I bet you knew what I was talking about before I even finished the question.

Where were you ten years ago?

We don't watch much TV around here. Maybe a few minutes before and after Jeopardy, but the 9/11 anniversary has overwhelmed every channel with special programs, remembering that horrible day.

I was in seventh grade, sitting in Mr. Hornaday's social studies class. An announcement came over the PA system, and although I don't remember what it said, I remember being very confused. The middle school wasn't allowed to show the news coverage on TV, so we went about our day like it was completely normal.

Once I got home, I saw the footage for the first time, but I still didn't understand what had happened. I had never heard of the Twin Towers, didn't know how many people were in them at one time, didn't realize that they were iconic to our eastern border. I had no idea it was such a big deal.

I remember days later I was sitting on my parents bed watching TV in their room when I heard the announcement that the US had declared war. I didn't know what that meant either. I thought wars happened a long time ago, only recalling the World Wars. I didn't believe that our country could actually be at war.

I definitely didn't realize, when I was only 13 years old, that ten years later I would still be affected by the tragedy of that day. Our economy, our politicians, our gas prices, our airport security, everything was impacted by that day and still is.

No one knows why these events happened. All of those people just going about their normal routines, not knowing that was their last day on Earth. It only reminds me that we never know when our day will come when we have to face God's judgement.
Although I've had ten years to think about the impact of 9/11 on my life, I think about the impact those events would've had if I had been there and not made it out. Those events would've meant that I was entering eternity in heaven with my Savior. But if I hadn't known Jesus, those events would've meant an even more tragic day, because I would've spent eternity in hell.

I realize this seems kind of morbid, but as you're watching the news this weekend and recapping that day's events, ask yourself: If that happened to me one morning at work, where would I spend eternity?

While the most asked question today might be "Where were you", maybe the most important question today is "Where would you be?"

I know that mostly my family reads this little blog of ours, but if you're a newbie and you can't answer the question "Where would you be", please don't hesitate to contact us, because we would love to show you how you can be sure where you will be.

All of the pictures scattered through this post are from my trip to NYC in March. You can see the new One World Trade building in mid-construction. Eventually it will be will be the tallest building in the US. You can also see the memorial plans for reflection pools where the old Trade Centers used to stand and a 3D model of how the surrounding area will look. There is also a picture of a mini Statue of Liberty, covered in memorabilia from 9/11.