11 September 2001. One of those days that nobody who was conscious at the time will ever forget.
We remember what we were doing when we heard the news, the way strangers stopped to talk to each other about it in the street, the atmosphere of stunned disbelief and the shock of seeing the television pictures.
We remember the stories of desperate sadness - the people who lost loved ones, the huge numbers of lives that were devastated in a single day of horror.
We also remember the stories of loving generosity and of selfless heroism.
We remember a huge outpouring of love, sympathy and outrage from across the globe, from all races and all religious groups.
Hatred didn't win that day. Strangers looked out for each other, helped each other, reached out to each other. All over the world, people of all creeds were united in prayer for the victims of this atrocity. I had just started a new job, and my Pakistani neighbours had invited me round for supper that evening. We sat together, four Moslems and a Christian, united in horror, disbelief and total rejection of what the perpetrators of this atrocity had done.
We saw evil, and we rejected it. And we continue to reject evil and to pray for the triumph of good in the world.
I posted a prayer for the victims of terrorism in July. As I pray it again today, I remember all the people who are still suffering today as a result of that one dreadful act of evil. May God enfold them in His loving arms and give them peace.