The big apple at Christmas. Shimmering lights. Ice skating in Central Park. Heading uptown to hear the boys' choir sing carols. Tickets to a concert, a ballet performance, a Broadway play. This holiday season, we New Yorkers still have our share of all that. But the real meaning of Christmas came early to New York this year. It came in response to the events of September 11.
From the moment I heard a plane flying too low in the skies outside my bedroom, and then a pop, and looked out the window to see a dark, gaping hole in the World Trade Center, I knew that the ensuing days and months would bring a string of questions we'd all eventually ask ourselves—questions like, What is true? What really is substantial? And, perhaps the most vital question of all, What can I do to help?
When I need answers to questions like these, I turn to the God who reigns supreme, the God who is always with us—who is Life itself. The God who creates only good.
