I was unbelievably happy a few weeks ago when I received a particular item in the mail--the announcement for my 20-year high school reunion. It wasn't the announcement itself that had me excited (though I am going and will write about that in my next entry), it was the fact that the organizers knew where I was.
I graduated with a class of about 130 which, in Iowa, is a pretty good size. I was active in different things so I felt like I knew most of my classmates pretty well; I keep in touch with a few of them. It was disheartening, then, for our 5-year class reunion when a friend of mine called and told me (a little too gleefully, I thought) that I was officially lost. Huh? Apparently in the local paper, the reunion organizers had put together a list of people they had no address or phone for. There were about 10 listed. The lost. I couldn't believe it. I kept in touch with quite a few of my classmates and I was still lost. The same thing happened for my 10-year reunion and 15-year reunion (which I didn't attend). Part of the problem, I'm guessing, is that my parents don't live in my hometown any more, but it's still pretty humbling to be on the list of the lost.
But not this year.
I don't know why things have changed, but somebody knows where I am. In fact, when I called that friend to ask if he'd received the reunion announcement, he said he hadn't. Now he was lost! What a great feeling to be found.
"And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!" And they began to celebrate.--Luke 15:23-24
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