Do you remember 9/11? What were you doing on that day?

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Do you remember 9/11? What were you doing on that day?

Postby Mark From Hawaii » Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:36 pm

:( What a terrible day. God bless all of those who lost love ones and God bless the heroes. My little myspace blog on my rememberance:

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=3468470&blogID=166581091&MyToken=07d0fb3d-66e9-4ceb-ace4-ad728563e9da

May peace through Christ Jesus finally reign in this world soon!
I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.
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My 9/11 remembrances

Postby rapturos » Tue Sep 19, 2006 12:16 am

Really appreciate your great post on your blog, Mark ... kind of captures the heavy atmosphere you had there at work ...

For myself, I was on my way to Utah for a work-related computer meeting when I noticed all up and down the halls of the Los Angeles Airport, people were gathered around the television screens that are mounted in kiosks here and there. I remember glancing over and seeing something burning in the TV image but it didn't alarm me, I suppose because I was too preoccupied with getting to my connecting flight.

Then all of a sudden I noticed a lot of people just starting to move urgently towards the exits so I asked a security lady what was going on and she just said "Sir, you need to leave the airport. Sir, you need to leave the area immediately".

That was enough for me so I headed out the nearest exit to the street and just seeing all the vehicles, taxis, buses, shuttles, rental cars just buzzing away from the terminal. All of a sudden I realized that I was about to get stranded at the airport since all of the traffic was almost gone by then. I just managed to get on probably the last vehicle out, which was an Alamo shuttle.

On the shuttle, I got to figuring how I would rent an Alamo car and just drive to Utah. Talk about a one track mind. But that started to change once I got to the Alamo rental depot.

I noticed that there were very few people there yet, so I happily charged the counter and got a car rented. Having done that I felt a little more relaxed since now I at least had transportation. That's when I began to ask the counter people and the few people milling around and watching the television screens up in the corners of the room what was going on. That's when the reality of the situation started to sink in.

But what an opportunity. So out comes the bag of Billy Graham tracts. People were now starting to flood into the room. Lines were forming to every counter. A few people in the line took the tracts. I remember sharing with a few folks how the Bible predicted that these sorts of things would be happening in the last days. A middle-aged black man sitting at a table agreed with me. Some people just didn't want to hear it.

But now it became apparent that this crisis was going to last a while. Best be thinking of a place to hunker down. I decide to leave because the Alamo depot is turning into bit of a madhouse. I get the rental car going and start to cruise around trying to find a hotel or motel. The one down the street says they are all booked up and so is everyone else in the area.

I get the brainstorm to call our corporate travel agency on the 800 number. The agent tells me there just might be a TravelLodge on the other side of the airport but she warns me that the area may be locked down so I'll need to take the side streets. She wishes me luck because she says the 800 number is filling up and I probably won't be able to get back in touch with them anytime soon. Sure enough, I call back a minute later trying to get better directions and the lines are all busied out.

I start driving towards where I think the motel will be and I spot a supermarket with a lot of folks rapidly hauling supplies to their cars. Good idea. I pick up some water and snacks and get to pass out more tracts. These folks appear a lot more open. Police cars with sirens wailing are streaking by in every direction. Our travel agent was right. They are locking down the airport and every route into it.

Down the street an interesting sight appears. A Middle Eastern travel agency. Looks like a good place to get directions. The people there are very friendly. Business is good. It hasn't sunk in yet that they may be viewed as the enemy. I pray for them. I think I gave them some tracts. But I may have chickened out. It was just kind of eerie seeing them so friendly and happy for the business, not even vaguely aware of the threat that might be approaching them personally. They give me a map. For free.

It takes a lot of dodging around the side streets trying to avoid all the police roadblocks but I actually find the TravelLodge. I register for a week, just in case, then crawl inside and close all the blinds. I feel like its appropriate to just hunker down at this point. I turn on the TV. Now it starts to make sense. All the planes in the whole United States are being forced to land. There is the impression that the attacks could continue and strike anywhere including Los Angeles Airport. But I'm not worried. Now I'm on a mission.

I call my boss on my cell phone. Amazingly he answers. He tells me one of our staff who was in New York is trying to get out himself. He is going to try driving down the coast towards Florida and hop a flight back to Honolulu as best he can. My boss tells me to stay put and he will keep me posted, but there's no sense in trying to go anywhere at this point.

The next couple of days I spend just watching TV coverage obssessively. Finally my boss says to make myself useful and go visit some post offices and see if they need help. Should have known. The first small post office I visit, the clerks are all like zombies. They just don't know what to do with me. I feel foolish even asking. But I still have more tracts.

It is actually very surreal. I end up driving straight down one of the main drags until I reach Rodeo Drive. All the spiffy shops are open. But I spot a Carl Jr.'s with lots of kids waiting for their rides or the bus or something. I use up a lot of my suppy of tracts on them. I even chase a few down to make sure they get one. Why take a chance. It could be the end of the world.

It is getting near dusk and I need to find a way to turn around. Up ahead I see the sign for Universal Studios. I manage to get into their parking lot even though they apparently are near closing time. I get distracted from my mission. I can't resist seeing what Universal Studios looks like just before the end of the world.

But God is good. As I walk through the parking lot I see a small group of black kids coming by. I give them some tracts. Then I notice that one of the older boys, very tall, has a very sad, burdened look on his face. He whispers, "yeah, pray for me man" as he passes by taking the tract.

I speak up. I think I asked him if had been born again. He stops. His name is Eric. He listens for several minutes. I ask him if he would like to receive Christ as his savior, especially considering the urgency of the moment. He bows his head and begins to pray the sinner's prayer with me.

At that very moment, since we were standing right in the entrance to the parking lot, a car begins to come into the lot just a few feet from us. My heart sinks, he is probably going to start blowing his horn to get us to move, since we are blocking the only way in, right in the middle of the prayer. But I had forgotten. God is good, all the time. Instead, the driver patiently waits for us to finish praying, waits for us to move out of the way, and drives by.

Later on I read about the precious saint in the World Trade Center who was a senior manager, very bold in this faith, constantly harrassed by his coworkers, with them leaving pornography on his desk, and inviting him to the strip bars. When his coworkers realized that they were trapped above the floors where the burning planes hit, they came to his office where he led fifty of them to Christ then called his wife explaining that God had placed him there that day for such a time as this. Truly God's ways are beyond findng out.
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Postby Mark From Hawaii » Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:14 pm

Wow! That was amazing rapturos. You certainly witnesed for God even under those trying and uncertain circumstances.
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