Meet me in the stairwell

Remem­ber so that we will nev­er for­get…

Source Writ­ten by Sta­cy Ran­dell

You say you will nev­er for­get where you were when you heard the news on Sep­tem­ber 11, 2001.

Nei­ther will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say “Good­bye.”

I held his fin­gers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, “Hon­ey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK … I am ready to go.” I was with his wife when he called as she fed break­fast to their chil­dren.

I held her up as she tried to under­stand his words and as she real­ized he was­n’t com­ing home that night.

I was in the stair­well of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. “I have been knock­ing on the door of your heart for 50 years!”

I said. “Of course I will show you the way home — only believe on Me now.” I was at the base of the build­ing with the Priest min­is­ter­ing to the injured and dev­as­tat­ed souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heav­en. He heard my voice and answered.

I was with the Fire­fight­ers, the Police Offi­cers, the Emer­gency Work­ers. I was there, watch­ing each brave step they took.

I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer.

I was with the crew as they were over­tak­en. I was in the very hearts of the believ­ers there, com­fort­ing and assur­ing them that their faith has saved them. I was in Texas, Kansas, Lon­don.

I was stand­ing next to you when you heard the ter­ri­ble news. Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name — though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor. Some sought Me with their last breath. Some could­n’t hear Me call­ing to them through the smoke and flames; “Come to Me…this way…take My hand.” Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tow­er that day.

You may not know why, but I do. How­ev­er, if you were there in that explo­sive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

Sep­tem­ber 11, 2001 was not the end of the jour­ney for you. But some­day your jour­ney will end.

And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are “ready to go.”

I will be in the stair­well of your final moments.

God…