Sunday, September 11, 2011

9/11 a mixed bag again!

I remember the original 9/11. The one that burned its date into all our minds forever.

I was putzing around the house, you know the way a lazy home maker does. My girl friend called me, and told me to turn on the t.v. we watched together.

The second plane crashed.

The Towers fell.

Our hearts stopped.

Even in Canada so far away, the fear and sadness was in the air. Nothing had provoked the attack. It just happened.

The air was cool on that Autumn day (it was Canada remember) and the air was thick with sadness. Our little town practically shut down. Our youth activities turned into counseling and prayer.

Were we safe? How many would die?

The heart break we watch on the TV screen was unforgettable. So many dead. So many missing.

A country violated.

BUT then the people pulled together, the charity, service and kindness took over.

As horrible and sad as it was, as the stories of Christlike love and service came forward, you could feel the humanity left in the world. America would pick themselves up, dust themselves off and move forward. Together.

Push forward 10 years and you have today.

For the past 5 days all of Canada and people from around the world have been praying for a 3 year old boy Kienan. Kienan was abducted from his home in a sleepy small town. He was taken while he slept.

They believe the abductor to be a 46 year old man with a past history of sexual abuse against boys. A couple years ago this man had found a empty cabin, and 9 months later had turned it into a sex prison for a young boy. Luckily the boy he had targetted got away, and his deviant lair was never used.

Knowing this sexual deviant had little Kienan was heart breaking to watch. Where was he hiding him? Was he still alive? We all prayed and hoped, but faith was being lost by me that he would be found alive.

Today I woke up to the news “Kienan returned home alive”

The creeper had taken Kienan back to his home, left him there and called police to tell them where to find him. (the family was staying across the street because their home was a crime scene). The dad seen lights outside and police cars, he went out to see what the commotion was, and there was his little boy, sitting on the couch with the blanket he was abducted with!

A 9/11 miracle.

A sign that even those that evil whose hearts have been taken over by the dark side, can find humanity! They can still do good.

So for me, 9/11 is a mixed bag of sorrow and miracles. Surrounded by evil, yet good finds a way to break free every time.

Welcome home Kienan!


  1. What a beautiful post Heather. That's pretty much exactly how I feel about 9/11 now. What a wonderful day it was to find out that Kienan was home...even amongst the sorrow of remembering the tragedy that occurred 10 years before.

  2. I lost a friend in 9/11. And I remember the day like it was yesterday. And in 2011.......YAY for Kienan being safe and sound!