I attended the wedding of an old friend recently. He is one of the few among my group of college friends who didn’t marry in the rush to the altar that occurred for most of us between the ages of 21 and 25. A sizeable group of us gathered after the ceremony to visit. Virtually everyone there came from the community of Intervarsity Christian Fellowship students who attended Florida colleges in the late 1980’s. In this case, we had alums from Florida State, Florida, and Stetson University.
I was impressed by the fact that even those of us who hadn’t known one another directly during that time enjoyed an easy fellowship as we convened around the nuptials of mutual friends. It occurred to me that the reason for this effortless bonding is that we are the products of a particular time and place. A Christian Brat Pack, if you will (years removed from our Breakfast Club or St. Elmo’s Fire).
The world that we inhabited at that time has passed away. It will never exist again. Some similarities may emerge (like acid washed jeans), but things will never quite be as they were. We continue on. And we remember.
We know one another in the same way a couple of Americans would quickly acknowledge a bond if they met randomly during a crisis in a foreign land. We like each other instantly because we share a friendly conspiracy about the lost age of our youth.
Thank you, old friend, for giving us a reason to rediscover people from a time that is passed away. Thank you for a happy occasion that brought us back together.