I have a confession to make. Saying goodbye is one of the things in life I dread. I just hate to say goodbye! I’d much rather say “see you later alligator” or “look forward to seeing you again soon!” or simply, “later!” I find saying goodbye awkward, painful and difficult to say and I can’t remember a time I didn’t feel that way.
This Sunday, after a long and difficult trek through Biblical wilderness, we say goodbye to the loyal and steadfast Moses. He had done so much for so many people and, according to this reading of today, task was finished. God gave him a permanent vacation in the sky, which Moses so well deserves because of his enormous service to his people. After leading them through blood, sweat and tears, the scripture tells us, “The Lord said to him, I have let you see (this land) with your eyes, but you shall not cross over there.’ Then Moses, the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab, at the Lord’s command.” That sounds rather grim doesn’t it, but it isn’t really. Listen to this; “Moses was 120 years old when he died; his sight was unimpaired and his vigor had not abated.” He had a great life and was still robust until the moment he passed away. Can you imagine feeling that healthy and good at 120 years old? What a gift! Moses was in very good shape on the day of his death. His sight was still good and he was energized and fit after the long journey.