Classmates, getting older is an increasingly pressing reminder of the finiteness of life on earth, isn’t it? At the most unexpected moments we’re reminded of how precious our friendships and acquaintances have been for as long as we’ve had them.
We may also discern that people we never knew have been important to us, through our friends who knew them, and through being around these people at school and college, at work or in church, at parties or in recreation, in the armed services, or at reunions, or otherwise. They influenced us in ways we never counted.
It’s a peculiarity of human nature that we can also come to these realizations when it’s too late, or seems too late, but I don’t think it ever really is. The gyres, wheels and pulleys of our memory may only shift and offer a revelation of how helpful, comforting, enjoyable or dear someone was to us when he or she is gone.
What we’ve meant to others and our love for them never dies, but lives within us always. Every one of us could offer a long list of such people, including our Sunny Hills High School friends, acquaintances, neighbors, teammates and friends of friends.
In the midst of life, then, I ask you all to pray for those whose final days on earth are drawing near, and for those who deal with an illness, a condition or a predicament of distress, fatal or not. Most of the time, and especially about those traveling the final corridors of their mortality, we don’t know, and may have no idea at all. Maybe it’s better that way. Who can say?
If you’d prefer not to pray, please keep all of us in your heart, in sickness and in health. There is power in all of us together that way.