Class Reunions

My class reunion is Saturday.  That means I have 5 days to lose 10 pounds, get Botox, and cover up the grays.  Because if there's anything class reunions are all about, it's looking better after 40 years than everyone else.  So I have my work cut out for me. 

Or do I?  Is that what reunions should be about?  Do I care anything for the classmates I haven't seen in a lifetime?  How about marveling at the years in which we have all raised children, and had careers, now over?  How about exclaiming over how we have all changed in so many other ways?  Is there room at a class reunion for wondering at God's goodness to us all? 

I happen to know that many of my classmates have become believers in the intervening years.  What have their lives lived for God looked like?  Is there any room while we're all eyeing each other with the same goal in mind (I hope I look thinner/younger/more well-dressed than her!) for real conversations?  How about caring for one another, and sharing the joys/burdens of the last 40 years? 

Well, those questions certainly provide food for thought.  Perhaps since the 10 pounds will probably not come off this week (I don't really value not eating), and I can't afford to de-wrinkle, I could think of using my class reunion more productively, like actually caring for someone besides myself. 

And since Bec and Gary will be there, I'll have at least two people to talk to. 

Besides, I can always hide behind my trophy husband.