
Two weeks ago, New York City prepared for the arrival of Hurricane Irene days in advance with more than adequate warning. Forecasters at first feared that seawater surging into Lower Manhattan from New York Harbor and the Hudson River might even reach the World Trade Center memorial. Such an act of nature’s fury would have been one more painful blow on the eve of the tenth anniversary of that first 9/11, whose terror fell upon us from the blue skies without any warning at all on a sunny and peaceful Tuesday morning.
Hurricanes come and go with some degree of predictability. We bury our dead, rebuild our homes, turn the lights back on and move on, battered but basically resilient. However, 9/11 was life-changing in so many ways. We now realize it was the beginning of a new era. Where were you when the news reached you? That’s what we say when things of this magnitude overtake us. Though we were not ourselves in the streets by the Towers, or passing by the Pentagon, or out there in the farmlands of Shanksville PA, we suffered in spirit with those who were. In the days immediately following the tragedy, men and women of faith (Passionists among them) joined others of generous spirit who sought to bring comfort and healing peace wherever needed.
Now that the tenth anniversary has come, we may certainly recall that moment when our initial surprise became mind numbing, and the surge of emotions gave way to questions that still affect us today. The agony of that first 9/11 has been replayed over and over. The original scenes are seared into our minds, but we are still hearing for the first time the stories of so many heroes who gave their lives in the course of trying to rescue others. So many lives were violently interrupted forever. The impact of 9/11 stretched around the world as we came to know more and more about the thousands of people who were taken from us in just a few hours. Over this decade, we now appreciate how many other lives have been left in shambles because of the wave of death, which swept over our country that Tuesday morning.
Will this anniversary bear any fruit for the future as we let its pain touch us again? We Christians know something about remembering past tragedies. The execution of Jesus on Calvary certainly seemed to be a tragedy on that Friday, which only through faith in the resurrection would one day be called “Good Friday.” We who cherish the Passion of Jesus in our hearts keep our “eyes fixed on Jesus, the leader and finisher of our faith” who endured the cross. (Hebrews 12:2).
As we commemorate this tenth anniversary, our Christian faith reminds us how God in Christ Jesus has entered so deeply into the agony of our human tragedies in order to bring us through them and unto healing through his grace and power. Though we cannot escape the storms of suffering which can be relentless at times, the memory of the Lord’s Passion continues to offer us hope in what God can do even in the most difficult human circumstances. May our prayer today accompany all those who still carry the cross of 9/11 in any way. May God transform their suffering into joy.
- Fr. Paul Zilonka, C.P.