Worst Day In History

As a child, I could never figure out why people my Grandparents' age cried when recounting Pearl Harbor, WW II  or Korea.( I knew why I cried when I realized what Vietnam was. It was because my uncle served there, and got no hero's welcome when he returned.To this day, I don't think he has gotten a thank you!)
On Sept 11, 2001, I totally understood why it made people cry so many years later when my elders talked about the moment that shifted the direction of that generation.
In a few days, we will be honoring those who passed away in the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and a Field in Pennsylvania, and I cry every time I see the familiar billows of smoke.A Journalist once referred to that day as the Worst Day in History.
 I don't even have to have sound on my TV when that image is shown, to instantly be in my mind,  exactly where I was when it happened! Do you?
As I have grown in the Lord, there is another day, a day like Pearl Harbor, that I never witnessed first hand, but it affects me, just the same. It is the day Jesus gave his life for me! I think, to a Child of God, THAT should be and is, the Worst Day in History!
I can imagine if I were to travel back in time, I would meet someone who was on the road to Calvary that day... can you imagine how they would tell us what they witnessed? I have to think it was a moment, like Pearl Harbor, or the day John Kennedy was assassinated, or like 9/11 to those people... it was a life altering moment.
Can you imagine how they would describe His anguish, his torture, the cruelty inflicted upon Him, as He laid down His life, just for us?
If you were there, based on what you know today, can you imagine just getting up in the morning on the day after and life just going on, as usual? Come on, the sky grew dark, the earth quaked, the veil in the Temple was torn... JESUS DIED! He was supposed to be their King and he just.... died up there on that Cross, and now everything His followers knew was in question.
Do you remember, if you were old enough to be a parent, the questions our kids had for us the day after 9/11? Mine asked me if their school may be blown up, or if their bus was safe, and all around America, the news of the day paled in comparison... forget America, the WORLD talked about what had happened... even for those who didn't believe Jesus was the Messiah, don't you think the WORLD of that day talked about all the events that happened? Don't you think they were forever changed?
Can you imagine passing Mary, the Disciples, those who had been healed by Him, in those days? I imagine no one would look them in the eye, whether from guilt, anguish, or pure human discomfort, the kind that comes from knowing a great injustice has been done to someone, but you did nothing, could do nothing, to stop it.
Can you imagine having been one of the people who KNEW who He was, because you were the Blind man whose sight was restored, or the Leper who was healed... how about being Lazarus? If ever there was a man who knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that Jesus was the Messiah, it was him. Now, imagine being alive on Crucifixion Day... and being powerless to help the one who brought you back from the dead....
No, Pearl Harbor, that November Day in Texas, 9/11/01.... none of those compare to THAT DAY... yet we forget that without it, we would have NO HOPE.
The days we mark as tragedies in our lives are minuscule moments in the great scheme of things, but are NOTHING when we think of That Day!
As we mourn those lost on September 11, and as we rightfully shed tears at those memories, can we, the Sons and Daughters of the King of Kings, remember the Worst Day in History- The day the King of Kings laid down His life, so that you and I might someday accept the gift of Love He has for us?
If you have asked Jesus to be your Savior, this should be a daily act of Praise and Thanksgiving.
I love the T Shirts we wore in the 80's and 90's that said "I asked the Lord, "How much do you love me?" He spread His arms, said "THIS MUCH"  and DIED!
God Bless those who lost loved ones on Sept. 11, at Pearl Harbor, etc. I am in no way diminishing that loss! But let's not forget  the true Worst Day in History !

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Hello.
I don't know what I am going to be saying in this blog. A lot of it will be guided by you, my friends, or by events in my life. I pray that I never say anything that isn't ordained by my Savior, Jesus Christ.
He laid it on my heart to begin this blog.
I am often surprised at how we, the children of the King of Kings, myself most of all, fail to live as royalty. We accept poor and abusive treatment, or worse, we inflict it on others.
We allow others to talk about our Father, our Savior, our Creator, in a way that is so much less than He deserves! We often forget that He loved each of us so very much that he turned His back on His Son, allowing US to kill Him! He loved EACH of us this much... do we ever stop to realize that if only ONE of us had accepted the plan of Salvation, the PLAN would still have been put into motion?
What a concept! ONE of us was worth His best One! How He loves us! Oh, how He loves us!
My challenge for all of us today is to Thank Him, at least once each day for that!
If we start and end our day with that thought, with that thanks in our hearts, there really can't be anything that can ruin us!
We spend twenty minutes or more cleaning house, chatting on Facebook, responding to emails, chatting, etc. We spend an hour or more each week holding a grudge (yes, I am guilty of that, too) or being angry with someone over a word said about or to us.
Can we spend ten minutes, five each morning and five each night, holding onto that thought? The thought that he loves us so much that ONE of us would have been enough for Him to give His life.
And let NO ONE convince you that His life was taken-oh, no, my friends... HE GAVE IT! WILLINGLY, LOVINGLY, WILLFULLY, so that we could know this Love!
John 3:16 says, "for God so loved the world (you and I) that He gave His ONLY begotten Son, that whosoever (you and I) believeth in Him should not perih, but have EVERLASTING life"... have you ever actually grasped that? Whoseover surely meaneth me, as the song says...
Does whoseoever meaneth you?