One good friend of mine was born on the anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima. Someone else I know has her birthday today--at least her friends never forget her birthday anymore. My grandfather died on Valentine's Day; my grandmother died on my birthday. As long as we are in this world, we cannot escape the ongoing juxtaposition of joy and sorrow, delight and solemn remembrance.
And so it is that today, when I join the world in remembering the atrocities of 2001, I find myself marking the day also with thanksgiving for a blessed event four years later: my reception, by the grace of God, into full communion with the one holy catholic and apostolic Church. September 11 was not always a day of horror; in our lifetimes it will, Lord willing, not cease to be commemorated with respect for the suffering of its victims and for the heroism and compassion of so many who responded to that day's events, and yet we can remember too that life has gone on, will go on--until Our Lord comes in glory to judge the living and the dead.
Christian hope allows us to take the long view. While practical considerations were what suggested the date to me three years ago, I was not averse to letting it stand as a sign of trust, even in the face of the evil in our present era, that God has the ultimate victory.