Christ at Your Ground Zero

“Where were you on September 11, 2001?”  That is a common question today as we lovingly and prayerfully remember the terrorist attacks of 9/11.

Another question we can ask is, “Where are you today? on September 11, 2011?” Where are you in your relationship with the Lord? In your awareness of His radical love for you? And that you are never alone in your trials, your personal “ground zeros”.

Cross at Ground Zero

…the steel cross found in the ruins of the World Trade Center leads to the cross of Jesus, which stands at the center of all pain, all suffering, indeed all history. He did not come to take away suffering. He came to sanctify suffering by His presence. He was at Ground Zero at the World Trade Center. He will be with you in your own personal Ground Zero, whether it is the death of a child, a cancer diagnosis or the loss of a job.

~ From the back cover of the book The Cross at Ground Zero
by Fr. Benedict Groeschel, C.F.R.


2 thoughts on “Christ at Your Ground Zero

  1. My husband was a First Respondent that day. He rescued many people. He has told me of the jumpers, too. He said some jumped in pairs,holding hands. He said at that moment he recalled that before leaving our house that morning he had, as always, kissed the statue of Mary (from the Pieta, which we acquired in Rome) that we have in our living room.

    God bless you for sharing this. May our Lady comfort all who mourn…

  2. On that day I was at the bedside of my 21 year old daughter at Children’s Memorial Hospital, Chicago. She was recovering from not one but two open heart surgeries that had take place a week apart. She was asleep, but I was awake and watching the morning news on NBC’s Today Show. So I saw the reports of the tragedy almost as they were happening. It was quite a shock, of course.

    I had flown to Chicago from California before 9/11, and then I flew home afterwards. What a contrast! Before there were no security checks, but after there were. They confiscated a very good pair of scissors I had forgotten was in my carry on luggage.


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