The Meaning of Goodbye

Tomorrow I leave behind my beloved church family and my friends and my whole life (as I know it anyway) in order to head more than a thousand long miles to start seminary. These past few days have acquainted me more than ever before with the true meaning of goodbye. What’s the true meaning, you ask?

Here’s Frederick Buechner’s beautiful explanation (via Wesley Hill):

A woman with a scarf over her head hoists her six year old up onto the first step of the school bus. “Good-bye,” she says.

A father on the phone with his freshman son has just finished bawling him out for his poor grades. There is mostly silence on the other end of the line. “Well, good-bye,” the father says.

When the girl at the airport hears the announcement that her plane is starting to board, she turns to the boy who is seeing her off. “I guess this is good-bye,” she says.

The noise of the traffic almost drowns out the sound of the word, but the shape of it lingers on the old man’s lips. He tries to look vigorous and resourceful as he holds out his hand to the other old man. “Good-bye.” This time they say it so nearly in unison that it makes them both smile.

It was a long while ago that the words God be with you disappeared into the word good-bye, but every now and again some trace of them still glimmers through.

I am grateful to the God-who-is-with-me that He saw fit that my church family should have been with me all these tough Amherst years. Goodbye. God be with you all.