The crazy thing from my point of view is that my office is the building just to the right of the brown one above. (Our office is near the 'B' in the words 'Building destroyed' on the map). I walk past that demolished building every day. There was a little pub at the bottom of that building.
I often work on a Saturday afternoon at the office (but not today). I am deeply thankful to Jesus for life, but an events like this confirm in me that my life is a mere breath, and must be reckoned with seriously.
Psalm 35:5-7: You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it. But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you.Indeed.