Today is a tough day for me, made especially tougher by the fact that I no longer live in the city that shaped and molded me for 6 years during my undergraduate and graduate semesters at NYU.
To not walk the streets of those vibrant neighborhoods in downtown Manhattan, to not feel the pulse of the greatest metropolis in the world brings a very real pang to my heart. 2 years ago I left my first love for Los Angeles but today I feel especially proud to be a new-yorker. What will you understand about my city if I don’t tell you? How will you know that it’s darted with hard-working individuals making honest money, chasing that illusive American dream. How will you know about that steak house in Brooklyn that’s completely worthy of riding the 7 train out of the city? How will you know about the way it smells after a thunderstorm and how beautifully quiet it is during the first snowfall of the year? Have you heard about the fashion Mecca it transforms into every September? Designer worshippers from around the world flocks to the city in droves dressing it up with gliteratti and socialities and models and designers. Did you know that it was here that I met my best friends and soul mates? Did you know in this city, I accepted Jesus as Lord of my life?
A few years back, while I still lived in the city, our church paid tribute to our home during a particularly memorable 9/11 service. Our preacher put together a video of testimonies of members of the New York City Church of Christ (my home ministry), some of whom worked and lived in the heart of the financial district where the twin towers once stood on that fateful day:
Today I remember, not only the horrific attack on my beloved city over a decade ago, but also how the city and the country unified under circumstances inflicted by lost souls. My heart hurts for the pain that the city has suffered but also for the ongoing pain that many cities are enduring currently. I hurt for the those who have witnessed death and destructions and suffered the heartache of parting with loved ones. I hurt for all those walking in darkness, without the truth, without love, and most of all, without God.
My prayers go out to all the families who lost friends and loved ones. My prayers go out to the city in mourning and uniting today. I pray for peace and forgiveness. Peace for New York and peace to all. Forgiveness for new yorkers and every beating heart who is in pain.
“Now God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness” – William Shakespeare
“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” -Philippians 4:7
God bless America, God bless my beloved New York.
-a quieted Lucy in Los Angeles…missing her home