Finding our way back home

Ten years ago this coming week, churches and synagogues were packed to overflowing. It looked like Easter and Christmas on that first Sunday after 9/11. A shattered and searching population turned and returned to the rock from which they were hewn. We wanted answers, we wanted solace, we were scared, we were numb, and we wanted company.

Friends of ours were in Las Vegas for a convention on that fateful September morning. Having heard the horrifying news they wanted to return to Macon, Georgia. Everybody in our nation wanted to go home on that day.

Our government had wisely shut down every airport, forestalling the simplest way for people to return to family and friends. But that didn