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Just
Something I was Thinking About...
MEET
ME IN THE STAIRWELL
author unknown
You say you will never
forget where you were when you heard the
news on September 11, 2001. Neither will
I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke
filled room with a man who called his
wife to say "Good-bye." I held
his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave
him the peace to say, "Honey, I am
not going to make it, but it is OK...I am
ready to go."
I was with his wife when he called as she
fed breakfast to their children. I held
her up as she tried to understand his
words and as she realized he wasn't
coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor
when a woman cried out to Me for help.
"I have been knocking on the door of
your heart for 50 years!" I said.
"Of course I will show you the way
home -- only believe on Me now."
I was at the base of the building with
the Priest ministering to the injured and
devastated souls. I took him home to tend
to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice
and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in
every seat, with every prayer. I was with
the crew as they were overtaken. I was in
the very hearts of the believers there,
comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was
standing next to you when you heard the
terrible news. Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face.
I knew every name -- though not all know
Me. Some met Me for the first time on the
86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them
through the smoke and flames; "Come
to Me... this way... take my hand."
Some chose, for the final time, to ignore
Me. But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that
day. You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that
explosive moment in time, would you have
reached for Me? September 11, 2001 was
not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found. Then,
at any moment, you know you are
"ready to go."
I will be in the stairwell of your final
moments.
God
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"...it is not our prayer which moves
the Lord Jesus. It is Jesus who moves us
to pray. He knocks. Thereby he makes
known his desire to come in to us."
--from "Prayer" by O. Hallesby
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