Most of the crowd was on or near the viewing platform, but I saw an accessible area near the corner where I scraped up the dust. There was one lone guard at the entrance. As I approached, a battalion fire chief opened the gate to exit. I stopped him, told him where I was from and asked if there was any way I could get closer to the pit to take photos. He told me to follow him and we went through the gate. We walked down the path about 60 feet into the 80-foot deep hole where the towers once stood.
I must not read my own column and listen to my own advice. A while back I wrote about my experience with ladders. Not only ladders but chainsaws, running ones at that. And a lesson in gravity, taught by the master. So what did I do recently? Well I was up on a ladder again, and yes I had a chain saw. I was trimming a tree. I am quite careful when I am on a ladder so this time I didn’t have the fight with the law of gravity. I did however hurt my back. I don’t think it was as much the ladder or climbing the tree, but probably jerking on a chainsaw that suddenly decided to imitate a brick. How can something run fine one minute and the next moment be as lifeless as an upside down armadillo on the side of the road? Although I will admit that wrapping my arms and legs around the trunk of the tree might have contributed to the pain in my back. But I was determined not to fall this time. I am sure there are still finger imprints in the tree bark from my iron grip. I probably looked more like a cartoon character hugging the tree so tightly.
Years ago, while conducting a revival meeting in a distant city, I stepped into the pulpit and was confronted by a little handmade sign with a most provocative appeal. The sign read: “Sir, we would see Jesus.”
I recognized the quote from John 12:21, where some Greeks came to Philip with that request. But that morning, the request was of me, and there was incredible pressure to make sure that Jesus was indeed made visible in the words of my lesson.
“We would see Jesus” is a most appropriate request of a preacher about to deliver a lesson, but it is also a most appropriate request of any Christian. Will Jesus be seen in your life and mine as we make our way through the hours of any given day?
While I was surfing the internet a few days ago, I came across a news story that bothered me a bit. I do not consider it newsworthy, but evidently, millions of others disagree with me. The photos showed a very scantily clad “Miley Cyrus” gyrating wildly and making some very suggestive moves on a music award show. I could not for the life of me understand how this could be called entertainment by so many people. Then an image popped into my head from 1967 during the height of the Vietnam War. I came to realize that my views have changed dramatically as I aged. I realized just how uninformed and naïve I was as a young boy and how life has changed my outlook.