So today is September 11th, 2015. 14 years ago today, I was sitting in 5th grade, doing my usual morning routine. Every morning we had to do a DOL, or daily oral language. I have no idea why they call it oral, when we didn't ever talk. All we had to do was fix the grammatical mistakes in different sentences. After that we got to do a journal entry, I can't remember what it was. Then we had a brain buster is we got done with all of that. I was sitting next to a kid named Dominic. We both got done about the same time, were going through the brain buster which had us name things with holes in them. He calls the teacher over and goes, "A plan few into the World Trade Center this morning so there's a hole in that, can I use that?"
And that's how I first heard about what was happening in New York. Of course being only 11 years old I didn't think too much of it. As the day went on my class got smaller and smaller as parents left work to grab their kids and bring them home. Finally I remember coming home and my mom being there. At this time she never beat me home, so I was really confused. I walk in the house and CNN is on showing again and again planes flying into buildings.
Over the years I've heard people say there are some events they will never forget. I remember 9/11 incredibly well. My mom talks about how she remembers the day Kennedy died. Simmons in Transformers 3 says, "They'll ask 'Where were you when the transformers took over?'"
Throughout our lives we have events that take place that place a deep groove in our mind that stays there. First child, wedding day, traumatic events, random things that make shaped your thought on something.
For example, I don't like clowns. I'm not scared of clowns, I just don't like them. And this is why: When I was a kid I went to a birthday party. There was a clown there, he was boring, so I started playing with one of the maze things with a ball in it because I thought that was cooler than the clown. Well he saw me, got mad, came up took it away and told me to pay attention. To this day I don't like clowns because of that. Jerk.
What about our salvation? Sometimes yes, our salvation will seemingly take a while and we can't pinpoint, "That was when I was saved." Others can say, "June 22nd, 2010 is when I was saved." But there was an event, there was a series of events where we look back and see God redeeming us. Maybe bit by bit, chipping away at the block, or just taking a sledge hammer and shattering us with one hit. My question is how often do we look back to these moments? Do we get saved then just move on? Do we continually look back and compare now to then?
I like to talk about my salvation process and the event where I went, "I know I'm saved now." It weaves together a story for those listening, telling them who I am and where I came from and how I got to where I'm at now. My salvation is the event in my life where I go, "There I truly began to live. There I dedicated my life to whatever ministry God has called me to."
Look back through your life, look for your salvation event. If you can't find it, then you have a conversation with God that needs to take place. Self examination is a big aspect of Christianity, knowing who you are in this group of believers and also knowing who you are in relation to being a child of God. That event in your life should be bigger than 9/11, the day JFK was shot, the day you had your first child, all because everything else changes in relation to your change in relation to God.
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