In the immediate aftermath of 9/11 I observed things I never thought I would see in my bohemian, politically left-leaning, decidedly humanist neighborhood — spontaneous altars. At lampposts and street corners, candles and bouquets of flowers would be laid. They appeared like votive offerings “to the unknown God” of Athens fame. It signaled to me that my neighbors wanted to believe that there was something, someone, that sat outside of the realities of the tragedy that could bring sense, comfort, even peace in the face of the assault. This impulse was echoed across the city in the numerous “interfaith” services that were organized. Did the attack make people realize that they needed something other than themselves to believe in? Perhaps, but only for a while.
New York is a remarkable place. Its mettle has been proved in not being undone by having a target painted on its chest (a target that every New Yorker knows remains in place). The city has long gone back to its famous hustle and bustle. This place is an astonishing and persuasive example of God’s common grace. But common grace is not saving grace. Those relative few moments of self-awareness (if that’s what it can be called) did not spark an awakening.
There are signs, however, that fallen humanity, no matter how determined, will not have the last word. The church responded well post 9/11, serving sacrificially with time and materials, and in the years that have followed, the church has continued to respond as God has drawn an unprecedented number of young men to move themselves and their families to New York to plant churches. Perhaps our God who shines light into darkness and overcomes evil with good used the attack to bring our great city onto the radar screen of these Gospel entrepreneurs. In the end we might just discover that what the islamists meant for evil God meant for good. I think it possible.
