Care to Share is Expanding Offices to 401 Woodland Hills Blvd.Community Health Center of Southeast Kansas.Email for more information on how you fill your staff vacancies by advertising here. Your open positions could be listed here and seen by local job seekers every day. Talk about a reunion! There won’t be anything we can’t share. Should we die before Jesus returns, our last breath here on earth will be on first one in Heaven. That is all determined once we ask Jesus to be our Lord and Savior. The best thing about the reunion God is planning for us is that we don’t have to pick the dates or the place or who joins us. Can you imagine what that must have been like? Did James and John rip Peter’s head off for causing this momentous reunion to end far too soon? Or did that not matter because Jesus’ friends were so eager to share with their family and friends what they had just witnessed, albeit for only a short time? I imagine they were beside themselves to blab, but as they descended the mountain, Jesus told them not to tell anyone what they had seen “until the Son of Man had risen from the dead.” WHAT? Who could possibly keep that event to him/herself? Surely part of the thrill was reliving it, right? I would be a crazy woman if I couldn’t tell my best friends what I had just witnessed (which, if the cliché “Three people can keep a secret only when two are dead” is true, this story would be passed on to everyone I knew before the day was over). “This is my beloved son listen to him.” (In other words, “Zip it, Peter!”) And with that, Elijah and Moses disappeared.

How fun! God, speaking from a cloud, silenced Peter. Why, they could make three tents and camp out there. The excitable, terrified Peter did what he always does: chatter. With no warning, they were joined by Elijah (deceased for 900 years) and Moses (deceased for around 1600 years). Jesus invited his best friends, Peter, James and John, to join him for a mountaintop getaway. Mark 9:2-9 speaks to a special reunion, one which blows away our girls’ trips. Plus, there will be stories to share with anyone who’s interested (typically, no one) when we return home. Still, we keep at it because we know that memories will be made and friendships solidified.

Planning our annual reunion always is difficult because just as soon as we think we agree on the dates, one of the girls has a change in her plans, and we start over. After dozens of “I’m watching my grandkids then,” or “Flights are too expensive on those dates,” or “I have glaucoma surgery scheduled that week,” or “If we meet up at my house, I’ll send my husband to stay with one of the kids but I have to know soon,” or “What if we take two trips, one to Keller’s and one to Diana’s and stay only three days at each place?” or “Why isn’t Cathy responding to these texts?” or…you get the point.

(Um-hmmm…) Our texting correspondence to pick viable dates shows the difficulty we are having. Cathy owns a company that suffered with COVID, so recovering has made it hard for her to take time off. Colleen’s husband retired and they have planned many trips–granted, a “problem” we all would like to have. Dizzy has medical issues and lives on a fixed income. Keller fell through ice last winter while helping a neighbor, and the pins, plates and screws holding her foot together keep her in constant pain. Diana is wheel-chair bound since taking prescribed medicine that caused her muscles to atrophy. Where we live is only part of the problem. 2023 My college sorority sisters and I are organizing our annual reunion, our time to catch up on each other’s’ lives.

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