Archive for August, 2012

Reunion of Hearts

August 6, 2012

Yes, I attended my 45th high school reunion.  I linger in the rhythm of reconnection, rich and wonderful.  New friends discovered within old acquaintances.  We rejoiced in each others’ joys and triumphs.  Most hid their sorrows, though brave souls allowed us to share their griefs.  I delighted in the beautiful ones with flawless faces and trim figures in fashionable clothes.  Okay, the rest of us are aging and softening.  Permanent pleasure lies in the authentic lives, whose souls are as well watered gardens.  Scattered in the crowd moved those with struggles and weaknesses, and joyous love.  They enriched me.  AM, who now works outside the home for the first time because of her husband’s failing health, and chooses to approach her job as a ministry.  HM gently leads his halting, struggling wife to the dance floor with infinite tenderness, to dance with his beloved.  BPG revels in her strange new life on a farm, smiling as she describes her husband on his tractor.  The best dancer alternated dances with his wife and any other female who wanted to dance to the Four Tops.  GB mentioned Jesus, and affirmed he was saved at age 12 and recommitted his life to the Lord in his twenties.  Shaking his head at memories of his life, he concluded, “I don’t know where I would be without the Lord.”  I feel more alive because of these connections.  We shared memories, some vague, some sharp and vital.  Long ago, small events changed malleable young lives.  Now, it takes more to move me.  For a few hours after the festivities, I reviewed annuals with my friend CGS, wondering about people in the fading photographs.  I have returned the annuals to their bookshelf. Today, I rejoice in the echoes of voices telling their stories.  Since school, all have traveled long miles, with accomplishments and failures scattered along the way.  Even with lined faces and slow steps, most of us are comfortable with gifts and talents now known, but barely dreamed of long ago.  As Robert Browning wrote,  “Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!”