November 22, 1963...A Day that Changed History

The past few days I have watched several documentaries on the assassination of JFK. This is the first “national event” that I remember as it unfolded. I was only 8 years old, and I am not qualified to speculate on whether or not JFK was a good or great president, but I remember the teachers at the parochial school I attended gathered the student body for a time of prayer for our then wounded president. I remember rushing home to tell my mom the president had been shot, only to find her, my dad, and two uncles in front of the television watching “live” newscasts on the unfolding tragedy of the day. And while my young mind did not yet realize it, that was a day that changed history. These past few days I have contemplated on other days I can remember that changed history. Aside from the landing of Apollo 11 on the moon and the fall of the Berlin Wall, most of the days involved the death of someone…either natural or tragic. However, the most important day I can remember was not a day of death, but of new life…the day I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. That is that day that truly changed my history!