One Man Watching
Vol. 2, no. 9
A recurring commentary on politics, faith, and culture
Sept. 14, 2001
In this special edition of "One Man Watching", I watch a world I never hoped I'd see but which has, nonetheless, come to pass. I cannot encourage you enough to contact your local Red Cross to donate blood if you can. Money and materials are finite, but our blood replenishes itself, and if you can donate, you will be providing that most necessary of things that industry cannot create, money cannot buy, and scientists cannot synthesize: life.
EDITOR'S SIDEBAR
In watching the images from Tuesday's attack, I don't know which one filled my heart with greater anguish.

There was the image of the second airliner flying directly into the second tower of the World Trade Center. In watching the footage, there was the great horror of knowing what was coming and knowing that we were just as powerless to stop it after the fact as we would have been had we been there to see the tragedy unfold in person.

What was in some ways even more horrifying, however, was the image of Palestinian children dancing and celebrating on the West Bank, children who had been taught that a murderous and vile act of terror was cause for a celebration worthy of a national holiday.

To the adults who have engendered this twisted idea of good and evil in the next generation, the natural reaction of my heart was to angrily cry out, "How can you celebrate? What kind of monsters are you? Have you no humanity left whatsoever?"

The fact, however, is that these people, who we have learned represent only a small minority, are no less the creation of God than I am. The Jesus I claim to follow died for their sins as surely as He died for mine. If He would not deny them their humanity, then neither can I.

So my struggle, which is not over by any means, is to respond to them as I believe He would: to let my heart be broken for them, and to let my knees be bent on their behalf. Not an easy thing, for me or, I suspect, for any of us. 

Brad Pardee
Editor

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Our Day of Infamy, Our Legacy of Hope
We have all heard the recordings of Franklin Delano Roosevelt's words in the aftermath of the Pearl Harbor attack. It is part of our history, as the President rallied the nation behind the common cause of our national defense in the wake of an "unprovoked and dastardly attack" upon our fleet and our bases in Hawaii.

It was our hope that this type of surprise attack would remain ours to experience only on the pages of our history books, that it would never be ours to live again. We dwelt confidently and securely in a nation that we believed to be safe, impervious to the threats of our enemies against our nation. Even as other nations were forced to deal with the newer threats of terrorism, that threat was not ours to fear, or so we believed.

This week, however, that hope was taken from us as hijacked airliners were turned into weapons to be used against us. Innocent passengers and crew became cannon fodder. The World Trade Center became a target, then a deathtrap, and then a pile of rubble. Even the home of our military forces, which are the envy of most of the free world, was attacked. 

As I write this, the death toll is still climbing as the smoke still rises from the ashes. The friends and families of the missing are trying desperately to cling to the hope that their loved ones will be the next miracle survivors to emerge, battered but alive, from the wreckage. It is safe to say that the hope we clung to for these last 60 years is gone.

It would be a mistake, however, to say that we have been left without hope. On the day after Pearl Harbor, President Roosevelt said, "Always will we remember the character of the onslaught against us. No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory."

Today, in a similar tone, President Bush said, "War has been waged against us by stealth and deceit and murder. This nation is peaceful, but fierce when stirred to anger. This conflict was begun on the timing and terms of others. It will end in a way, and at an hour, of our choosing. "

Just as we did not lose hope at Pearl Harbor, we have not lost hope today because, regardless of how it may appear from the way we live our lives, our hope is not in our possessions, our buildings, or our arsenals. 

Our hope, rather, is twofold. In part, our hope is in who we are as a people and as a nation, and that is no small thing.

For most of us, however, our hope is in also, and even more so, in a just and loving God who tells us, "Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass" (Psalm 37:1-2a) and promises us that "I will be with thee. I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee." (Joshua 1:5b). 

That is a hope that no nation, no terrorist, no force on earth can take from us. Will they try? Undoubtedly. Will they succeed? Absolutely not. The sun may have set on our complacency and our smug sense of untouchability, but the sun will rise again, and, like a phoenix, so will we. With our day of infamy to fuel our passion and our legacy of hope to strengthen our steps, we will rise and we will walk. We will face this challenge, we will conquer this foe, and we will endure.


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