(RNS) — “That day they wounded New York,” as Leonard Cohen put it, was a bright, clear Tuesday. I was sitting at home that morning in Port Washington, New York, on the north shore of Long Island, preparing my sermons for the High Holy Days. I felt something. Moments later, a friend called me and told me to turn on the television: “We are under attack!” he screamed into the phone. Twenty-five years ago, on Sept. 11, 2001, 19 Islamist terrorists h…