I’ve been reconnecting with friends I haven’t seen in awhile—some for over a decade. At first it was bittersweet: the hiatus had been partly my own doing. But it’s no longer bittersweet: it’s just sweet. “I think it’s so groovy now that people are finally getting together.”
That’s from an oldie, “Reach Out of the Darkness.” [Yes, I got it right: the popular lyrics diverged from the official. As for me, I don’t like either proposition: reaching out of the darkness implies you’re in it. Reaching out in the darkness is just plain stupid.]
Oh. While we’re at it, the word groovy started with jazz culture: music had a “groove.” They derived that term from the grooves in a record album. (Remember vinyl?)
I don’t claim to be from the 60s. But the music is part of my essence. From that same song:
—I knew a man that I did not care for
—And then one day this man gave me a call
—We sat and talked about things on our mind
—And now this man he is a friend of mine
So far this year, I have spoken at length with over 20 people that I had removed from the reach of my hug. (But never from the reach of my heart.) The whole thing was a royal SNAFU. Like I said: bittersweet. May I say to you? Please don’t miss out on time with people you love; life goes by faster than we think it will.
I am tickled and elated at all these reunions. It took time, and lots of prayer, but I am so glad I began instigating this. Without exception, each one has picked up right where we left off. They’ve been so much like Jesus—showing forgiveness, understanding, and mercy. What friends. What a Savior!
Wow. I think that old 45 has a deeper meaning for me:—And then one day this Man gave me a call… —And now this Man, He is a Friend of mine. = – =