“Yesterday was a different world, and I am mourning for it.” — August Wilson, September 11, 2001

This morning I peeked out the window. I wanted to make sure that the world was still there.

The scene looked just like it would any other late summer/early fall day. Going by vision alone, my little corner of the world had not changed. But everything had changed, and I knew it.

Until yesterday, there had never been an event to truly become this generation’s defining moment. There had been moments when this nation had been moved, even called to action. But no one moment this side of Pearl Harbor had ever been the focal point of an event that would change the course of history forever until September 11, 2001.

Over the course of the past couple of days, a lot has been going through my mind. I think of the bravery of the individuals who are there right now, and of those who lost their lives in the initial search and rescue operations. I think about the people who were on those planes, who knew what was about to happen. I think about my friend who’s on delta alert on a base in Louisiana right now. Yesterday was his second wedding anniversary.

I almost don’t want to post anything about this, for fear that I may be trivializing the situation or all those involved. That is, those who are directly involved. Because we are all involved in this now. I don’t claim to have all the answers. I won’t even try to venture a guess as to all that will come from this. All I know is no one will ever be the same.

Pray for those who are searching. Those who are searching for more who are trapped. Those who are searching for those who committed these terrible acts. Those who are searching for courses of action. And those who are searching for reasons, and anything to hold on to in this time.

God Bless America.