Several years ago, shortly after we moved into our house, our town suffered a microburst (a sort of super-but-very-localized thunderstorm for those who aren't familiar with it) which knocked power out across much of the town. It was probably one of the hottest spells we'd had in quite a while and no one seemed to want to stay inside. I was struck then at the sense of community the storm had created. Everyone was out and about, wandering up and down, chatting with neighbors or perfect strangers.
I have been struck these last several days by the number of people out and about wandering from blog to blog in response to the 2,996 project. I am feeling the same feeling of connection I did after that storm and it is heartwarming, as it was then.
No, the terrorists didn't win. Yes, they slaughtered 2,996 innocent people. Yes, they took our innocence. But, you know, as we gathered in our solitude to remember those 2,996, somehow a more wonderful thing happened than a simple tribute; a sense of community burgeoned, swelling to encompass so many.
You who would destroy any who disagree with you, remember this: godliness is not limited to a single religion. But, truly, there is only one faith: faith that the love that is God will see us through the worst and will cleave us together as surely as the destroyers struggle to leave us riven.