My family is planning their annual reunion. Living in another state, I haven’t been able to attend for several years. This year, my sister is hosting the event at her home, so I have made arrangements to be there. I’ll see cousins, aunts, uncles and assorted relatives I haven’t seen in 15 or more years. I’m sure I will catch up on some great stories.
To make the trip work, I have booked a series of flights and car rentals over a two-day period that, I fear, will make the reality show Amazing Race look like Sesame Street. The chances that I, my luggage, and my sanity will all arrive in the same place at the same time are somewhere just short of the miracle level. We’ll see how it goes.
It reminds me of the one reservation I know will not be overbooked. In God’s timing, through no merit of my own, I will be reunited with some folks I haven’t seen for a number of years - and some I have never met. I’ll visit a location that no travel brochure could ever do justice. My bags are packed; my ticket is punched. One day, I’ll be in the presence of my Savior. You can’t buy a ticket. They don’t sell them on Travelocity.com - if they did, you couldn’t afford them. The price has been paid in full by the only One who could. One day, I’ll be with Him. It’s going to be a great day. I want to do everything I can to make sure everyone has the same opportunity I’ve had, to hear the message of the Savior.
That’s a reunion you don’t want to miss!