The Pastor's Pen

                       This past weekend, my husband Craig and I had the joy of attending my fortieth high school class reunion- a gathering that nearly did not happen for me. Scheduling conflicts almost kept me away, but the gentle tug of the Holy Spirit would not allow that to be my final answer. Looking back now, I realize it was a divine appointment, a spiritual visitation cloaked in laughter, hugs, and the warmth of familiar faces. The reunion became more than a milestone; it was a holy reminder of the enduring power of love- genuine love that does not fade with time, distance, or life’s many trials. As we embraced one another- some now grey, some with less hair, some with more wisdom etched into our features- we were transported to a special space beyond the measure of years. It was as though time itself bowed in reverence to the constancy of our affection. Despite the decades apart, we instantly recognized one another- not just by name, but by the joy in our eyes, the familiarity of our laughter, and the deep knowing that only genuine love can produce. Scripture reminds us that “Love never fails” (1 Corinthians 13:8). This truth was lived this weekend. While each of us have stories of triumph- marriages, children, grandchildren, degrees, careers- as well as testimonies of survival through loss, illness, disappointment, and even divine do-overs, we saw one another through the lens of grace.

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