Today, as I remember the events of 9/11/01, I think back to the man I stood next to on the Staten Island Ferry as we crossed to NYC on this date last year. He was wearing a FDNY t-shirt with crosses on it, each bearing a name of a fallen fireman on that fateful day. He stood at the rail of the deck, staring off in the distance toward the statue of liberty, tears silently streaming down his face. I kind of wonder if he's there again this morning, remembering and honoring his friends and brothers in the same way. As I think of all the families today who lost loved ones, I remember specifically this man, though I don't know his name, and pray that he is able to truly receive the comfort that only Jesus can offer.