Life from the rear-view mirror

40 year Reunion…Here we come! Vol 58

September 2, 2013 | Comment





In October, Kathy and I are planning on attending our 40-year High School reunion. This reunion  will be my first, so I’m taking all the necessary precautions to ensure a successful encounter. These things include…

1) Coming up with a high dollar career (with a name I can pronounce) to provide an element of shock and awe for all the attorneys and doctors in our class…

2) Losing weight

3) Flaunting the fact that I still have my hair…

4) Losing more weight

5) Renting a Porsche (see shock and awe in item 1)

…and that’s just for starters.

I haven’t seen most of these folks since I was 18. It’s no secret that I’m nowhere close to the 18 year old physical version of me….sad but true.  But if I could, I’d want to be younger looking than anyone there, more successful, (I already have the prettiest wife), a better conversationalist, and better dancer…(I nearly broke my pelvis working on my twerk moves…) There’s a YouTube moment for you right there…

The reality is that my body has suffered the ravages of time, gravity, maladies, surgeries and recalls (no kidding…my hips were recalled…) and I’ll bet that most of us who will be in attendance have similar stories.

Reunions are pretty cool when you think about it. Even though none of us from Oneida High School are related (except for the Catalano twins, and now Kathy and me) There is a sense of “family” in a shared high school experience. We all did life together back in Oneida, in 1973. We saw each other nearly every day. We shared hopes and dreams, lived through acne and backne break-outs, and generally grew up in front of each other during that senior year.  Then in June of ’73 we all graduated together…some to college and university, some to start their own families, some to the work force and a few just lost their way.

For me…I breathed a huge sigh of relief that June. My draft number was 43…I would have been headed to Vietnam had it not been for the Paris Accord signing just 6 months prior. Many of my buddies dodged that same bullet, though all the guys I hung with would have served their country wherever we were called on to go.

I’m not sure I have another High School reunion left in me…after all it’s taken 40 years to get me to this one…and honestly, if Kathy and I didn’t have a chance to tell our story…I might not go to this one.

All that aside, I’m sure we will have a blast renewing old friendships and  catching up with everyone who can make it…

As I write this I’m actually getting a little excited seeing everybody again. But the reunion I’m really looking forward to is not just for an evening or exclusively with my school mates…but rather a forever reunion with the family of God. I don’t know the date for this reunion yet…other than that it’s “soon.” Heaven is the promised destination for the believer in the gospel message. Heaven is both our rest and our reward. Heaven is not something we’ve earned, but rather it was purchased for us by Christ in his death on the cross. It is beyond our description or imagination… It is a final, glorious reunion for all who have trusted Christ as Lord and Savior.

No matter where you have been, no matter what you’ve done…”He (God) was not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance. This heavenly reunion is for you and me if we’ll just come to God by faith in Christ…

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There is always a place at the table

He’d gotten used to living on the outside looking in, Lonely was his only constant friend…So when the invitation came that clearly bore his name, He hardly could believe the words he read.

There is always a place at the table, there’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own. Your place is set each time the family gathers. It will never be the same til you’re home.

She’d made so many choices that had torn her life apart, and hurt the very ones she’d loved the most. She didn’t even know where someone could begin until she got this message from the host

There is always a place at the table, there’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own. Your place is set each time the family gathers. It will never be the same till you’re home.

Come home…come home…my child…come home.

There is always a place at the table, there’s a feast that’s now waiting all your own. Your place is set each time the family gathers. It will never be the same till you’re home.

My prayer is that anyone who happens across these few words here…knows that their eternal home is in Heaven. But if you don’t…please read on.

The Bible tells us that all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God. Romans 3:23

The Bible goes on to tell us that the wages or payment for that sin is death. Not just a physical death…but spiritual death and separation from God in a place the Bible calls Hell. Romans 6:23

But God was not willing that any should perish but that all would repent and come into a right relationship with God by believing in the death burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ as it’s recorded in Scripture. (paraphrase mine) II Peter 3:9

Do those thoughts and verses resonate with you? If they do…find a quiet place and talk to God. It can be out loud or in your heart. Ask God to be the forgiver of your sins and the leader of your life. He wants to be. We need him to be for ourselves, for our families, for this world.

I hope you made a decision to trust God…and I hope to see you in Heaven one day soon my friend.

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