On 9/11/2002, I went to Ground Zero with a friend and neighbor, for the one-year memorial. Very strange and powerful wind arose at just the time when the first plane hit, and didn’t end until every name had been read at the site of the mass death. When my friend made it back to her apartment, she saw something that shocked and shook her, and rang me to come over at once. When I got there, she showed me hanging on her wall a Revolutionary War-era American flag, a small one, about the size of a sheet of paper, under a sealed frame. It was split from top to bottom. I asked her what the significance of this was.She said she had had this flag for many years, after receiving it as a gift. It has hung on the wall of her home office in the many places she has lived since receiving it. This afternoon, having returned from Ground Zero, she noticed that it had torn. The frame was still sealed. Nobody had been in her apartment. She was visibly shocked.
We were both Christians. We knew the meaning of the tearing of the veil, in Biblical symbolism. I don’t know about her — and I lost contact with her many years ago, and wouldn’t know how to reach her if I wanted to — but I was filled with fear that it was a sign that America had lost God’s favor, and had fallen under judgment. But I banished that thought. We were preparing for war on Iraq, and I could not allow myself to think that it was going to end badly for us.
― mookieproof, Friday, 15 September 2023 00:20 (seven months ago) link