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Until We Meet Again

Nov 16, 2018

Songs, sometimes strange ones, often run through my head, such as Groucho’s hit…
Hello, I must be going. I cannot stay, I came to say I must be going.
I’m glad I came but just the same I must be going.

Back in the early 1950s, every Saturday morning I went over to my best friend’s house to watch cartoons and other children’s shows on TV. Back then, before we boys were expected to know and identify all the possible models and years of cars, it was important to have a favorite cowboy. There were several cowboy shows on then. Roy Rogers was not my favorite, but the closing song of his show has been stuck in my mind for 60-some years.
Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue.
It’s the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here’s a happy one for you.
Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again.
Happy trails to you,
Keep smiling until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we’re together?
Just sing a song, and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again.

It seems an appropriate enough song for now. But of my experience over these last 22 years in the monastery and school, my seven years total of working in the parish, I think the Beatles express it best.
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more
In my life—I love you more

All things in life are temporary. There’s a sadness in that, but it also makes you appreciate people and things more and take joy in them.

I can’t say thank you enough for how memorable and joyful you have made my time here. Twenty-two years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable people. I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. I give credit to Bilbo Baggins for those last two lines.

It was an unusual Hobbit custom to give presents to friends on one’s own birthday, not receive presents. Likewise, the Northwest Coast Native American peoples had a similar custom of giving everything away on special occasions. Now, technically, I don’t have anything. But God has given me a lot, so what I can pass on to you, I give you gladly.

And that is the Aaronic priestly blessing.
The Lord bless you and keep you!
The Lord let his face shine upon you, and be gracious to you!
The Lord look upon you kindly and give you peace!
Numbers 6:24-26

That is my prayer for you. I will be praying for you. Please pray for me, until we meet again.

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