Homily by Associate Pastor Chris Tiews, 11/29/2009
It is a bright Friday noon and thousands and thousands of people are lining the streets for miles.
As the presidential motorcade—flanked by police motorcycle escorts—rolls west on Main Street, the crowd waves and cheers to the man sitting in the black presidential limousine.
Headed up by his Lincoln Continental, the motorcade arrives at Houston Street and turns right.
Acknowledging the adoring multitudes, the man is in the prime of his life—and at the peak of his presidency.
For almost two years now, he has been attempting to “execute justice and righteousness in the land.”
Many—both at home and abroad—have been looking to him for salvation from the plights of the world.
Then at precisely 12:30 p.m., the motorcade turns southwest onto Elm Street, which opens up to Dealey Plaza—a wide space bordered to the west by a triple underpass.
Here too, jubilant crowds extend from one end of the plaza to the other, waiting to catch a glimpse of their hero.
The black convertible is now passing an old warehouse in which schools books are stored.
Suddenly, shots ring out.
Amazingly, the crowd barely reacts to the first explosion.
In fact, many people later say they thought it had been firecrackers or the exhaust backfire of a vehicle.
However, one witness later clearly identified the explosions as coming from a high-powered rifle.
The president has been hit.
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