This past weekend I attended my High School class reunion – Reagan High School in Houston, Texas. The name was changed a few years ago by the Houston School Board, because they discovered that John H. Reagan was actually Postmaster of the Confederacy, and that was considered too racist. The school name was returned to its original name – Heights High School, so named at its beginning in 1904, because it was located in the Heights area of Houston. But that was not the only change. Classmates, who were with us at the last reunion, five years ago, were no longer with us. My best friend, Jimmy Don, died several years ago, and I officiated his funeral. My friend, Bill, told me at our last reunion, that he often quoted my “Monday Morning Manna” and I wasn’t even aware that he read it. A very cute girl (who shall remain nameless) confessed that she had been Baptist all her life. Interesting. Had I known that then, I would have dated her, but, by parental rule, I was only allowed to date Baptist girls, and I didn’t know she was a Baptist. Well, this reunion was marked by renewed friendships, and relived experiences. It seemed that many sentences began with, “Do you remember . . .” Surely memory is one of God’s best gifts to us. What Paul said of the church in Philippi, I would say of my classmates, “I thank my God upon every remembrance of you” (Philippians 1:3).