Albert Buttigieg, Deputy mayor, St Julian’s, writes:
The news of the demise of Mgr Emanuel Barbara, OFM Cap, came as a bolt in the blue sky. Few ex-pected that Lolly, as he was known to his friends, had to be urgently summoned by Our Eternal Father.
Those who knew him lost a dear friend, a colleague and a mentor. Lolly was constantly present throughout my life journey. I got to know him when I was among the altar boys serving at San Ġwann parish church. In 1981, I chose to join the religious Capuchin community, inspired by the zeal of various friars, including Fr Emanuel.
During my formation years, Fr Emanuel was the Provincial Minister of the Maltese Capuchin Province and during his tenure, the Capuchin fraternity made inroads in discovering once more the authenticity and simplicity of the Franciscan calling.
During my deaconhood, Fr Emanuel encouraged me to undergo a missionary experience in the Diocese of Garissa in Kenya. At the age of 23, I was maybe the youngest missionary sent to experience a vibrant African Church, a defender of the poor and an advocate of their dignity. It is an experience which I still cherish, and which made me steadfast in my resolve to work for social justice.
Some years later, our roads crossed once more when both of us were asked to further our studies in Rome, reading for our Licentiate and Doctorate respectively. When in 2000 I decided to leave the Capuchin family, Fr Emanuel, true to his character, was supportive and encouraging rather than judgemental. He also celebrated my marriage in Church.
When I decided to enter the political fray, Fr Emmanuel constantly reminded me to remain steadfast to my core values.
This is my story of a man I came to know... a humble, faithful servant of the Gospel and a true follower of St Francis. I am sure many who knew him can recall similar stories.
His sister Doreen lost her brother. The Maltese Capuchin Province lost an esteemed member. The Diocese of Malindi lost their good-hearted pastor. On my part, I lost one of my mentors.
Although Mgr Barbara will no longer be physically present in my remaining life journey, I am sure he will remain in my mind as a constant reminder of the values which came to define me, the man I am today.
Thank you and Kwa heri – farewell. ’Til we meet, rest in peace.