“They were all with one accord in one place” (Acts 2:1b NKJV).

   I attended elementary school in Cleveland Heights, Ohio. This September marks 65 years since I entered kindergarten. Almost everyone in my grade (Class of ’66) is turning 70 this year. My former classmates span the globe; the furthest away resides in New Zealand. Some still live in the Cleveland area and are lifelong friends.

   One of our classmates began the process of reconnection several years ago. Through Facebook, he invited us to send class pictures and contact information. Inspired by his example (and remembering a 6th grade reunion many years ago in the home of one of our classmates), I decided to host a gathering this coming summer. It has been an adventure reaching out to persons I literally haven’t seen in 50 years. I have left a couple voicemails for people whom I haven’t spoken with since the Sixties! And I have loved every moment of the process.

   I’ve laughed with long ago friends and forged new connections with people who might not even remember me. I have heard parts of a life story from a woman who has traveled the world, cooking in various countries and being a cruise ship chef. I’ve reminisced with an old friend about watching Captain Kangaroo. (Does anyone remember the Banana Man from that program? My friend does!) I have remembered sleepovers and inspiring teachers and childish pranks.

   Many of these classmates will not make it to the reunion: too many miles to travel, health concerns, or other commitments. Sadly, we have lost several of our group. And yet, persons in Colorado, Texas, Washington, and Illinois have committed to coming. Everyone has responded favorably to the idea.

   We also have an updated Facebook page and continue to share our stories. We hope to Zoom with those who can’t attend in person.

   The years have passed swiftly. When we sat in class many decades ago, we could not have imagined the mates we would choose, the careers we would pursue, the life lessons we would learn. I am grateful for the opportunity to “stop time” for an evening, to remember who we were and to celebrate where we have come. Perhaps we will also share sadness, grief, and disappointment but certainly joy, accomplishment, perseverance, and faith. And, of course, we will celebrate our 70th birthdays!

   I invite you to stop with me and consider whom you’d like to connect with, whose life’s story you’d like to hear, what memories you’d like to evoke and share. Life is precious, and shared experience is meaningful. God has given us the gift of life and fellow travelers along the way. Even if there is a half century gap between conversations, we can resume where we left off and maybe make new friends. Perhaps a 6th grade reunion isn’t the option you’ll choose, but I encourage you to remember, reconnect, and rejoice!