Has anyone ever offered you the following farewell greeting?
Have a good one!
I have a confession to make. I coined that stupid farewell. Why? I honestly cannot say. I did not intend to be so thoughtless, and it did not seem to much matter at the time. Yet I have sputtered out that thoughtless phrase too many times. How do I know? I have imitators. Can you imagine my horror when I first heard someone say it to me? I could only pray: “Dear Lord, what have I done?”
When we wish someone a fond farewell, we decorate the sorrow of a cemetery with the most beautiful flowers we have handy. To wish a friend well is often the best we can do to show those who must leave us that we care. But what does “Have a good one!” say? We cannot even be bothered to figure out a good one of what?
So I apologize for being so lazy, for allowing my mouth to rebel against the rest of my body. I will try to reform. Of course, I will study what the Apostle Paul had to say about the unity and diversity of the body (1 Corinthians 12:12-31), and I will do my best to take to heart James’ words about the untamable tongue (James 3:1-12). Yet are those the passages from scripture I most need to meditate upon? Probably not. Not if I seek to be commended by our Lord as Paul once commended a disciple named Timothy (Philippians 2:19-24).