I never knew any Barneys, unless you count Barney Rubble, Barney Fife, or the occasional dog who got called the “B” word. When coming to LBC I was only going to be a temporary fixture in the pew. Walking out the door after each service I was greeted by a dapper looking man, one of a few who actually wore a suit, who pleasantly shook my hand and thanked me for coming. His name was Barney.
After a while I realized this man had severe health issues and was in and out of the hospital. If he could, Barney was always at church and you knew he couldn’t have been feeling all that great. After becoming a member, the handshakes turned to hugs.
Although I didn’t know Barney very well, I so admired his spirit. Barney died this week, but he lived a long life. Barney will be greatly missed. A nice man. A sweet man. A lovely man. These things should be said to the person before it’s too late. My timing has never been very good.
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Have I told you how glad I am that you are a part of our church family? Yes, Barney was a man to seek out visitors and try to make them feel at home. You, too, have an impact on people as well. Just keep your eyes and heart open!!
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