Last weekend, I traveled to North Carolina for a college reunion.  Lots of memories:  I had not seen these wonderful people in over forty years!  It was difficult to believe, really, that after all these decades, I was actually looking into their eyes.  What a weekend.
       Stepping into such a flood of remembrance is a deeply emotional experience.  I often found myself pondering, once again, the meaning of time, hope, and existence, quixotically wondering how we had all come to this point, how we had built our lives over the many years since graduation.  What did it all mean?
     Hard to say.  We have all lived, lived through good and bad, enjoyed sweet moments, wept over tragic happenings, yet always kept moving forward, moving forward into the years that remain.
     "Oh Lord," Psalm 90 begins, "you have been our dwelling place in all generations, before the mountains were born, or you gave birth to the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God."
     Almost everyone at the reunion seemed acutely aware of his or her mortality, that although they are enjoying life now, one day they will not:  they'll be gone.  Gone, gone, never to return.  And life will be no more.
     It's a sobering thought, really, one that make all of us, regardless of the degree of our belief in God, pause.  What does life mean?  Though I cannot fully say, I can say this:  if God is really there, he will always be there.
     And life, rooted in point, vested in purpose, now present, one day eternal, will remain.