A Few Lost Sheep

It is 9:17 AM, an average Tuesday morning in late summer. The date is September 11, 2001. People are bustling around the busy city of New York trying to get to their respective buildings in the Financial District. Several thousand workers head into the Twin Towers for another mind-bending day working in financial epicenter of New York City. They are settling down into their desks and readying themselves for the day ahead. Then, something unexpected happens… A plane collides into one of the towers. Hundreds perish within a few minutes. Thousands run to escape the flames that are fast descending the length of the building. Within an hour, another plane crashes into the second tower. "This is the real deal," people think. Across the Hudson River, 15 miles away, in New Jersey, a single engineer looks up and spots the monumental smoke rising out of the spot where yesterday he could view the two Twin Towers. "Something big is happening," he thinks to himself, and he was correct. The following Sunday the engineer and his family attend their first week in church. This was the beginning of their spiritual lives, which are continuing today. Out of all the chaos and destruction, God received a few lost sheep, and the angels rejoiced.