Just a high school reunion?

Two years ago a buddy from Carl Sandburg High School sent an email to a few friends.  Would anyone like to help put together a class reunion?

Several responded.  We each brought our talents, our joy, and our willing hearts.

Last weekend was the payoff.  A good crowd showed up for the Friday night event.  Many mentioned how glad they were to be there.  Several confessed that the personal phone call from someone on the committee helped them decide to come.  Some flew in; others drove across the country.

Hugs and hearty handshakes preceded fluid conversations as people moved into and out of groups.  Clique boundaries from high school days dissolved as people discovered friends and more friends from long ago.

Some of us even enjoyed a horseback ride.

Many stayed in town for Saturday events and Sunday breakfast.  The committee watched as the reunion became a great success.  What made it work so well?

I have my own take -- that everyone on the committee approached the project unselfishly.  No kidding -- this makes a difference.

We looked at the reunion as a gift to our classmates.  This love included careful attention to details.  Nobody had a personal agenda.   Assorted skills and talents meshed beautifully and were valued and appreciated by all.  The tone was wonderfully inclusive -- decisions included everyone’s input.  Those facing family challenges were warmly supported by the team.

For me the weekend unfolded on a pervasive underlying spiritual element.  It rested on a principle of Love.