The unpreached sermon I'm writing for tomorrow's lectionary texts mentions that (though I may edit that part out -- I'm undecided about a whole lot about that sermon), but I really don't have anything to say. I've never lived in NYC (or DC), so in a lot of ways it feels like it isn't my tragedy. I can, of course, tell you where I was that day and how I found out and how that event shaped my entire college experience ... but nine years later I don't really have anything to say. I can talk about the Park51 controversy, about the guy who planned to burn copies of the Qur'an today, about immigration, about interfaith relations, about lots of things ... but I really don't have anything to say about the 9-11 anniversary.
And I wasn't going to say anything (though it felt a bit weird to post about anything else today), but Jeremy posted the opening of the first episode of The Daily Show after the 9-11 attacks. I got teary about as soon as I clicked Play. And once Jon Stewart started crying, so did I.
Other people have things to say. Things I have read today:
* Be Excellent To Each Other
* Holy Wars, Holy Texts, Holy Living
* What do Americans mean when they talk about "sacred ground?"
* "Last Words" by Michael Symmons Roberts (a poem commissioned for the first anniversary of 9/11)