The Higher Self

My 9/11 post was about Matthew 5:4. I had finished writing and posting before I realized it was appropriate to the day.

Tricia’s post was more traditional, and I suppose it was more appropriate. She reminded us of our loss, of one of the people we mourn.

In this life we are born into sin. We may feel innocent. We may look upon children as innocent, but we are not born innocent. We are born wanting to be loved, demanding that others love us. That insistence that others must love us is ultimately a prideful, selfish thing.

Consider the hero in Tricia’s story. He gave his life for strangers. Was Welles Crowther a perfect man? Were his motives completely unselfish? Not likely. None of us are perfect. Nevertheless, he made the choice that matters most. Whether they cared about him or not, he decided to care about other people, his neighbors. Like our Lord, He chose to love unselfishly.

Freedom Through Empowerment


9/11 is a stand-alone word. Technically it’s not even a word and grammatically it’s a hot mess, but no one misinterprets its meaning; the day nearly 3,000 people were viciously murdered by terrorists as the Twin Towers came toppling down. Today of course marks the 15 year anniversary.

My original thought was to do a reblog from last year that focused on what to me signified the most horrific part of that awful day; the jumpers who faced the impossible choice of whether to die from extreme heat and smoke exposure while their skin melted away, or jumping to certain death thousands of feet below.

Thinking about this now brings up raw emotions; thirst for justice for the dead, sadness for their loved ones and extreme frustration that our leadership seems intent on making the same mistakes that made this possible and a new attack imminent.

Time has softened the…

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