e were getting ready for family pictures that day, almost ten years ago. My husband was in the shower and the phone rang. My dear friend called to see if we were watching TV, that our country was under attack. I turned it on, just a couple minutes after 9 am to watch as the second plane hit the towers. I yelled to my husband and we stood watching in horror. We had the appointment for pictures. Do we still go? Are we in danger? Somehow we all dressed up and got to the photo center. There was an eerie silence. With fake smiles, our pictures were taken. We drove home, passing the gas station with a long line of cars. I sat mesmerized for the rest of the day, watching as innocence in our lives, in the safety of our country, dissolving. Watching people jump from buildings and the same building collapse before our eyes. What did the future hold? What would it be like for our children?
At some point, most have had innocence snatched away. We didn’t see that our son‘s innocence was over shadowed in his life, when or where he learned of a game that took his life. But on the 11th of December 2004, our personal 9/11, we were shaken to the core. Siblings finding their brother, screams that pierced, and innocence shattered. Why would their big brother do this?
And in the last couple of weeks, I’ve witnessed what so seems, like more innocence gone. Two families losing loved ones in totally unexpected, gut ripping ways. A new young widow ~ her young children without a daddy. Another mom with the whys of her son taking his life. And satan creeps in and tells lies. Some we believe. We doubt. We ask why. And more innocence fades away. But God doesn’t. His Word doesn’t.
And we see throughout time from Adam and Eve to David, whom God called a man after His own heart, to Peter who denied Jesus, innocence stomped on, including an innocent Jesus who died for us. At times my mind cannot wrap around it . . . all He did when He was innocent and I complain and ask why over daily things that don’t seem fair.
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.
What hope, to know innocence will forever be recovered, restored, retained. What hope when the sighs and pains won’t pierce and scabs do not return to rawness anymore. When innocence is forever, never to be snatched away, and we will finally understand and believe without hestitation with the songwriter, Esther Kerr Rusthoi:
It will be worth it all when we see Jesus,
Life’s trials will seem so small when we see Christ;
One glimpse of His dear face all sorrow will erase,
So bravely run the race till we see Christ.