Summer is over!!

Summer is over, but it was great while we had it! Our last trip of the summer was over Labor Day weekend and we enjoyed several days at the Outer Banks. We returned to "The Refuge" at Wanchese, NC, and camped again at a beautiful spot on the backwater of the Pamlico Sound.

This is what we saw every day out our picture window in the trailer. The weather was beautiful and we love this location.
One of the days we visited friends Herb and Elaine Haines and saw their beach house building project. The Haines' were friends from the 80's when we lived in Fairfax, VA. They are building their retirement home in Rodanthe, NC, which is about 25 miles from the Hatteras Lighthouse. Elaine's parents purchased the property many years ago, but never built.
On Saturday we climbed Jockey's Ridge, the large sand dunes in Kill Devil Hills. Connie has always wanted to do this -- and as a good husband, I went along for moral support.
Jockey's Ridge is where you can learn to fly -- or, at least, hang glide. No, that is not me! (Or Connie, either.)
We took two great bike rides over the weekend. Our second ride was from Duck to the Sanderling Resort on the northern end of the Outer Banks. Along the way we passed the Costal Research Facility and saw this "danger" sign. At this facility they study ocean waves, but it previously was a military training where munitions were tested.

Remembering 9/11 -- I was at the White House

I wrote the following testimony on 9/12/2001, the day I returned home from Washington, D.C. after the 9/11 attack.

I AM THANKFUL FOR THE LORD'S PROTECTION! I WAS AT THE WHITE HOUSE WHEN AMERICA WAS ATTACKED!

On Monday morning R.C. Winstead, a PAFC board member, and I drove to Washington D.C., to attend a legislative conference for Christian school leaders. Little did we realize the extraordinary significance of the conference theme when it was introduced at the opening session on Monday night. That theme, "For Such A Time As This," became so prophetic and momentous as the events unfolded over the next twenty-four hours.

Tuesday morning, after an hour-long preliminary meeting, the entire group of about 140 was loaded into buses at about 9:00 a.m. to travel from the Holiday Inn on the Hill up Pennsylvania Ave. to the White House complex for a special "White House Briefing." The buses dropped us on 15th and E Street, which is on the east side of the White House grounds. We leisurely walked up the sidewalk to Pennsylvania Ave. on this gorgeous morning. We were surrounded by numerous tourists and government workers -- all enjoying the beauty of that very special place.

Then we walked west in front of the White House to 17th Street where we were to enter into the Old Executive Office Building to be cleared by White House security. As we arrived at the entrance we were only there a few minutes before a group of employees began to quickly emerge from the building. Immediately we were told to get away from the building because a plane was heading toward the White House.

I must confess that my first thought was that a small private plane, piloted by a kook, was trying to make some crazed point. So we obeyed the policemen who began to shout at us and we moved down the street for protection. At the same time cell phones began to chirp and members of our group began to receive calls from family and staff members in different parts of the country. Near me was a pastor from Hackensack, New Jersey, who received a call that gave us the shocking news about the first hit to the World Trade Towers.

In the minutes that followed we began to learn the tragic story. It also began to dawn on us that we were definitely in harms way. I remember fear beginning to rush into my mind due to the realization that our nation's capitol was under terrorist attack. And here we were -- a block away from the seat of America's power. Then I remember one of the men saying to three or four of us -- "let's pray!" There we stood -- praying for our safety and for our country. Then I can say that God's peace came to my heart. And all up and down that street groups were calling heaven -- asking for God's strength for us and wisdom for our country's leaders.

In a few moments another call told us that the Pentagon had been hit. I did not learn until today that my colleague R.C., and another friend in the group, saw the aircraft circle above us. Perhaps this occurred while I was in the prayer group -- I don't know. I do know that God was good to keep me from seeing that plane. Because of my long acquaintance with the Washington area, I would have known that this meant something was terribly wrong. I know that all aircraft are strictly prohibited from leaving a narrow route along the Potomac River on approach to Reagan National Airport. The Lord not only protected us -- He throttled my fear by keeping my mind in the palm of His hand.

Soon our group was urged to move west to 19th Street and then south toward Constitution Ave. to an area where we could maybe meet our buses. By now the traffic was turning to absolute gridlock as all government workers poured out of the buildings and headed for home. When we reached Constitution Ave. the sirens began to wail as fire engines, police cruisers, and many unmarked law enforcement vehicles began to emerge from all directions.

Then we saw the large cloud of dark smoke emerging from the Pentagon -- several miles to the southwest. It was then that the reality really began to set in. The unthinkable had happened. Everything had changed. But the changeless God of the universe was right there with us on Constitution Ave. And we could sense His protection and peace.

We've learned today that the plane made two passes over the White House. Could it be that God kept that plane from exploding into the White House specifically because 140 Christian leaders were there at the door? We don't know God's ways. I just know that God's protection was on our lives. He must have things for us yet to do. What a challenge! What a privilege!