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The time has come. The time for the teary-eyed farewells and the emotional so-longs. I knew this day would come. The way I pictured it coming was classic. I thought I’d say a good-bye here and a good-bye there; and the long faces would be inescapable. So far, the parting words I’ve offered have been scant. Maybe I’m trying to save them all for Saturday so that I can just get it over with all at once.

Graduation has been long awaited; and now that it’s here I am not as exuberant as I pictured myself being. I’m going to miss Messiah. There, I’ve said it. I’ll miss the sereneness of walks along the Breeches; and I’ll miss the lushness of the campus in the spring. And I could go on and on. These past four years have been edifying. As I leave this place, I know that I have been enriched and that the insights gained here would not have been gained had I gone elsewhere.

Thank you, Messiah. And thank you to my readers. It has been a privilege to share this last year here at Messiah with you; and I hope that my writing has been able to uplift you in some way. So I leave you with these words from the book of Ecclesiastes as I depart: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven” (Ecc. 3:1 KJV).