I’ll get back to Philippians, but I thought I’d take a minute to reflect on the events of eleven years ago today.
We had just moved from Memphis back to Kansas. I was in about my third week of teaching at Manhattan Christian College. My son was still in Memphis and had been in an accident. I had been on the phone with him that morning. I didn’t have an early morning class that day, but we did have a chapel service at 10:00 AM.
I was driving an old beat up pickup at the time, which didn’t have a working radio. My commute to work is 27 miles. I enjoyed the scenery on my way in.
Sonja had taken a job traveling to different cities to work in her profession as a health information coding specialist. She had been in Milwaukee the last three weeks, working a four-day work week and coming home on weekends–and it was not working out. On Sunday evening she drove to her sister’s house in KCK, to go to the airport early Monday morning.
Monday afternoon she showed up back in Manhattan and said “I’ll explain later.” She had an interview at Wamego City Hospital and accepted the job.
Meanwhile I arrived on campus a little before ten. I went into our chapel and things seemed confused. The college president, Ken Cable, was there and explained we would be dividing into prayer groups. I still wasn’t sure what had happened.
I heard someone mention the Twin Towers. I said, no that was five or six years ago, and the explosion was a failure–a car bomb in the parking garage. There were a few people killed, which is tragic enough, but it didn’t bring down the towers, and I believe they arrested the bomber.
I eventually learned what had happened. I stayed in the chapel and prayed for a few minutes, then wandered back to the faculty building where some of my colleagues were watching a television. We saw the second airplane hit the building then.
At some point, I believe I must have talked with my dean and told him I needed to go back to Memphis because of a family emergency. I went home and watched TV for a while, stunned. Then got in my truck, filled up with gas, grateful that the local gas station had not raised the price, and headed down the road with a cheap transistor radio. I remember thinking, “I’ve got a family emergency, I don’t have time for a national crisis.” Not a rational thought, just part of my confusion.
The skies seemed eerily calm. It was a clear day. At some point I noticed trails in the sky from fighter jets patrolling from nearby Fort Riley. At that moment it seemed comforting that they were protecting us. And I was glad Sonja was home. She would have been stranded in Milwaukee, was it three weeks before air travel resumed?
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