The Comma blog began because I wanted to say more than I could say in my Sunday morning sermons. Kind of like “Catherine is still speaking.” Some of you might remember that when I came to this congregation, my sermons were usually over 20 minutes long. Every now and then, they still range into the 20 minute zone. But in an attempt to make my sermons shorter, I took some of the points I might have made in preaching, and turned them into a blog. In the process I got to share a lot about my life on the farm. You all helped me write a book, in fact.
I’ve told you stories of stormy farm days and quiet, sunny farm days. I’ve told about ferry life and motorcycle riding and life as a preacher and a keeper of sheep. I’ve tried to tell about the wonder of such a life. We have laughed together. We have cried. Anything I have to say now is simply a repetition. Except that now we have to say goodbye.
My sister told me a few weeks ago that with her grandkids she has started a tradition. Every time she says goodbye she also says “I love you.” They have picked up on this. For them, “goodbye I love you“ is one long and quickly said word. Always the reminder that we are connected. Always the reminder, when we say goodbye, that between us there is love.
And so here I am. This is my final blog. All my reflections on sheep and chickens and dogs and people and mystery and ordinary, now comes down to this. It is time to say goodbye.
But not just goodbye. There is between us much connection. I am incredibly grateful for all this twenty years of ministry has given me. I carry it with me, and I trust you carry it with you. So not just goodbye.
Goodbye. I love you.