Don't know where, don't know
when
But I know we'll meet again,
some sunny day."
--Anonymous
In response to two of my high school classmates' querries during my recent birthday celebration at home regarding our upcoming reunion for Santa Cruz Academy Class of 1971, here are my two cents about the matter.
The first thing that popped inside my head when I read about the reunion for the first time online was: Isnt it too early to be talking about this which is not happening until three years from now? I guess not; afterall, early birds catch the worms (especially for our classmates whom we havent seen or heard from since we finished our secondary education.) Besides, this Golden Jubilee & Homecoming will be a milestone in our lives (myself included, as a culmination of my early job retirement, but not from work or vocation.) It's also a way of honoring our dear Alma Mater, beloved teachers, and most fittingly the memory of some of our classmates who had or could have gone before us, yet we have no knowledge of it, until this opportunity comes. But above all, it's fun to reminisce the good old days, fifty years later.
Unfortunately, I've witnessed, heard & watched also some horrific reunion stories in reality and on the screen, which came about during supposedly grand reunions with classmates, friends & relatives; which reminds me of Joseph & his ten jealous brothers who betrayed and sold him early on out of envy & pride, and didn't recognize him when they reunited later in life due to famine; while Joseph knew it was them but pretended to be someone else. I'm talking, of course, about Joseph in the Bible, and the amazing story of reunion & reconciliation with his 10 brothers.
But of all the top reunion scenes found in Sacred Scriptures & secular literature, I'm partial to that of Mary with her cousin Elizabeth because of it's urgency & poignancy (they were both pregnant,) magnificence (Mary's response,) and Divine Revelation (baby John the Baptist who was in Elizabeth's womb leapt with joy upon encountering Baby Jesus his Savior in His Mother Mary's womb!) And that's the kind of joy that I am envisioning would transpire during the 50th anniversary of our high school graduation.
(To be continued...)