Years ago, my employer, in speaking of his wife, said, “I don’t think she’s afraid of the devil himself.” I knew this woman. Little rattled her cage. She was a tiny thing. Pretty as a picture. She spoke with a demure voice. But if she thought something was coming after those she loved . . […]
Victoria Street, Edinburgh Scotland
anguages and of the thrill of hearing the Scottish lilt from the locals. Of trying to make out what they were saying as they talked between themselves, even though we spoke the same language.
CAUGHT BETWEEN FAITH AND FEAR: MY 9-11 NYC JOURNAL (Part 9)
Friday, September 14, 2001Late Morning Dennis and I are sitting in the waiting area of Penn Station along with thousands of others. Now that the trains are working, everyone is trying to leave. The traffic on the way here was true to New York’s style, except no one was honking. No one was yelling. A […]
Caught Between Faith & Fear: My 9-11 NYC Journal (Part 7)
Wednesday, September 12, 2001 Dear Lord, I know my problems are trivial compared to the scores of prayers you are listening to right now. Still, you care for the lilies of the filed . . . the sparrows of the air. Surely you care for me. It’s so trivial! I know. I know. Still, these […]
Caught Between Faith & Fear: My 9-11 NYC Journal (Part 6)
From My Journal: As we neared Central Park South, I tried (this time successfully) to get an outside cell phone line. We spoke again with our youngest daughter, who was clearly shaken by all the news out of NYC, DC, and PA. At 20, she is of independent character and doesn’t often express her feelings, […]
Caught Between Faith & Fear: My 9-11 NYC Journal (Part 5)
From My Journal: 11:30 a.m. The studio called and informed us we’d be here for a while. Days perhaps. No one knew for sure. With that piece of news, Dennis and I decided to see if we could find something to eat. We’d hardly eaten the day before and, even though food was the furthest […]
Caught Between Faith & Fear: My 9-11 NYC Journal, Part 4
From My Journal: The lobby was filled with frantic men and women; nearly all of them had cell phones in their hands, trying unsuccessfully to reach a loved one. Over in the corner of the bar, a big screen TV was tuned to CNN. Those watching stood slack-jawed and silent, trying to understand the horror […]
Caught Between Faith & Fear: My 9-11 NYC Journal, Part 3
Where are you, O mighty mountain? . . . you will become level ground (Zechariah 4:7). From my journal: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 I find it difficult to write what I am feeling. This morning, excited about what we were to do this afternoon, I rose early, took my shower, and began to dress, put […]