10 years. A whole 10 years since the day when the world seemed to fall apart. I’m talking, of course, about the terrible events of September 11th 2001, and the terrorist attacks that took place. But I don’t want to talk about that. I want to talk about a small church in New York.
This is St Paul’s Chapel. It’s just down the road from where the Twin Towers used to stand. This church became something of a base for the rescue efforts that took place in the days following the attacks. It is a place that manages to be terrible and beautiful at the same time.
The terrible comes from the memorials for the people lost in those days. It’s hard to comprehend the loss incurred when it is reported as ‘x number of people’ dead or missing. It truly hits you when you see their faces in photographs, when you see the tributes from their families and friends who have had their lives torn apart. Both times I have visited this church I’ve ended up weeping because of those tributes.
The beautiful comes from the rescue efforts from there. People who risked their lives to save others. People who did everything they could to help those who had lost everything. People who provided support, both emotional and physical, to those suffering. If the attacks hurt your faith in humanity, the rescue efforts from this church and elsewhere would help repair it.
Today we mourn those lost, and celebrate those who helped bring a shattered world back together again in the face of adversity and fear. We celebrate their courage.
Love B xxxx