Like many of you that are on the net a lot, I am on MySpace. I have most of my friends on there being those that I graduated from High School with. I find it amazing to just look through the list and see people that I knew so many years ago when all of us were just preparing to go off and face the world and I wonder where they are now.
Some of them are depressing. I see friends that are happily married and making good money with good careers and I wonder, “Geez. Where did I go wrong?” I find to be a relief that some of them are still single also. Not everyone is out there yet living their dream. Some though seem to have strayed from the path they were on and I wonder if they’re really the person I remember.
It is this though that makes me think of the impact of lives. I look and think about each of those people. What kind of witness was I to them back then when I was ignorant of so much I know today? What would they think of me if they saw me today? If I encounter any of them again, will I need to do any kind of ministry?
I think about that tree of graduating students and how we branched off. Many of us still live in this city, but a lot of us don’t. I wonder when I see the families on there how I’ll be with my own. A friend of mine recently asked me if I’d ever thought about what it would be like to be a Dad. I told him I had. I’ve thought about that kind of thing a lot.
Looking at these people though reminds me that the adventure is still going on. The story hasn’t been finished yet and it’s still going on. I get surprised especially though with how many people have seen me and wanted to add me on to their MySpace. I really didn’t have a lot of friends when I was in High School after all.
Seeing these people wanting to add me makes me wonder though how many people I might have been making an impact on. It’s the same kind of thought you have as you look through your old yearbooks and see all the notes that everyone you knew left. The Senior year always has the biggest ones. After all, you may never see anyone there again.
What can I do with that today? I can look at how I live today. I can realize that there might be more people out there who are viewing me in a high way that I hadn’t realized. I think we all need that. When we think there’s no one there, it could be that there’s someone who’s really praying for us every night.
And if there’s someone praying for you, isn’t that encouragement enough?