Over 60 years, 29,000 days have gone by and classmates still get together. Some became rich, smart or beautiful but few remember importance to their lives, forget names, but we all can tell in detail the pranks of “OUR” youth.
Memories of relationships of things we did together but that which matters the most in sweet, closeted journals of these events picture their face or place involving who they were when we walked and talked together. This secret place journal pictures them with a name or title that includes them in “OUR” prayer to “OUR” Father, held in reverence for who they are.
Forget about everything else but picture them in the arms of love. Everything fades away. Only thoughts of “OUR” Father’s Word remains, “BE”ing in them, or Not, and if they seem to have arrived home is what we witnessed. We want to know if they became a Disciple named for Christ sake or passed on with the rest of the world without hope.
Forgiving one another and a chance for change is high on “OUR” priorities of a spent life “BE”ing loved by God. “OUR” handicap and ADD that separated us is forgotten in time and we dwell in the house of the Lord forever, delivered from the evil one.
It is joy unspeakable and full of glory at the power of His Rule over us that is endless!