I've thought a lot about my High School Days since I recently received an invitation to my 25th High School Reunion. I've been on Classmates.com to get updates and to see what old friends have logged on. There are very few of those classmates that I have kept in contact with so it seems a bit foreign. Those days stir up some old memories and old feelings, some of which regretful.
I was one of the "cool" kids. The way I dressed, the way I acted. I was friends with almost everyone so was popular. I was concerned about what people thought of me. I was careful to keep the right alliances in order to keep my popularity. But that had its problems.
Few of my really "cool" friends went to my church. The ones that did were not active in youth group, at least not that I remember. If they would have been, I'd have been there too. But I wasn't. I had a growing faith, but for some reason I was too cool for some church activities.
I was afraid of what my friends might think of me.
"If you find the godless world is hating you, remember it got its start hating me. If you lived on the world's terms, the world would love you as one of its own. But since I picked you to live on God's terms and no longer on the world's terms, the world is going to hate you." (John 15:18-19,
The Message)
This passage continues to challenge me. I like it when I'm popular. But I like it even more when I know that God is pleased with me. I have accepted the fact that I have to give up my popularity with the world when I take sides with Jesus. In fact, the closer I get to him, the less and less I care about what the world thinks anyway, because I've discovered the world is fickle and didn't really care about me all that much anyway.
When I left high school, I thought I had tons of friends. By the time my freshman year was over I attempted to reconnect with some high school friends over the next summer. What I discovered is that just as I had moved on, so had they. Most of the phone calls I made were never returned. And to this day I have never talked to most of those "friends." For a long time it bothered me. It doesn't anymore. God had other plans, other friends.
Today when I look at the friends I have made and keep, I recognize that to have kept those old friendships would have meant I would have never experienced the new ones I have experienced over the past 25 years, especially my friendship with Christ. That is the one that has made all the difference in my personal growth and where I have found the greatest acceptance.
I'll go to my 25th reunion. I'll surprise most of them with my vocation. (Most of them won't see that coming!) I'll meet spouses and talk about great memories with old friends, I'll share my faith and my story as I listen to others. At the end of the night I may have rekindled a friendship or two but now for the right reasons because I really don't care anymore what they think of me.
Jesus has called me his friend and that's as popular as anyone can get!
Peace ><>
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