Archive for September, 2008
Cardboard Testimonies
September 16, 2008CardBoard Testimonies
My parent’s church recently had their own “Cardboard Testimonies”. Basically, on one side of the cardboard, you write about your past, and on the other, you share what God has done in your life. My mom, dad, and nephew are all in this video.
September 11, 2001
September 11, 2008I had been out of work for about six months, and it had been a long, stressful summer. I had been waiting for a phone call about a job that I felt I had a good chance landing, but the call was already a couple days later than I had expected. Very early that morning Haley had woken up crying. She must have had a bad dream. I got up to calm Haley and try to get her back to sleep. I carried her downstairs and watched TV while she calmed down. Instinctively, I turned on Fox News, not really paying attention to the usual Fox and Friends morning news show banter. It was way too early for me, so when Haley was sound asleep, I brought her back up to her crib and I went back to bed.
I remember very distinctly having an usual dream. I dreamt I was witnessing a very large church service with a somber mood, and for some strange reason, this service had live coverage from every media outlet. I remember being very curious as to why the media was so interested in a church service. My dream was interrupted by the phone.
“WE’RE AT WAR! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!!”, I heard my friend Tom say. “Go turn on your TV.”
I immediately went downstairs, and since I had left the TV on earlier, there it was: live coverage of the events that would change our world. Becky and I, like everyone else in the world, were engrossed with the unfolding news of the day. The only selfish thought I had that day was that I was sure that the phone call I had been waiting for would surely never come now.
The next day was so surreal. My friend had called again saying he had heard that gasoline price gouging was already taking place. For once in my life, there was not a single jet in the sky and O’Hare was silent. This was just something I had to see. Becky was working, so Haley and I took a ride. Thankfully I didn’t see any price gouging, but I did see a strong police presence at O’Hare, and airplanes parked anywhere and everywhere a plane could fit. I wanted to take a picture, but this day really wasn’t a good day to draw attention to myself.
The odd thing about the events of that day is that it actually helped me get a job. The project that I was hoping to work on had been relying on out of town assistance while they were making their decision whether or not to hire me. The national ground stop in a way forced their hand, and that afternoon I got the call. I started the very next day.
On Friday, September 14th, there was a National Prayer Service that was covered live by every available media outlet.
