Walking into church this morning a friend of over 2 decades approached me. Through the years I have learned that when that happens either he wants me to do something or he has bad news. In what is becoming really disturbing it was bad news. Once again a long-time friend had gone to be the Lord. One of the things about growing old is that you start to lose friends of many years. The last time I saw him we had a warm embrace and we spoke those words that we had said so many times. We didn’t care about any virus “I love you, brother” was so much more important to us. Besides me losing a brother the church lost a man who was one of those people who you would turn to do things and he never asked for credit. In any dictionary for the description of humble his picture should be the only one next to it.
So goodbye old friend I will always love you.