My Thoughts. . .

Monday, 02/24/2020

I ran across 12 Pioneer Six-Compact Disc Magazines with each being full of CDs of 1990s period artists.  Reba McEntire had 3.  One of her songs was very nostalgic.  The title was “The Greatest Man I Never Knew.”  The lyrics are sad and so real in describing some families.

The greatest man I never knew lived just down the hall,

and ev’ry day we said hello but never touched at all.

He was in his paper. I was in my room.

How was I to know he thought I hung the moon?

The greatest man I never knew came home late ev’ry night,

He never had to much to say. Too much was on his mind.

I never really knew him, oh and now it seems so sad.

Ev’rything he gave to us took all he had.

Then the days turned into years, and the mem’ries to black and white.

He grew cold like an old winter wind blowing across my life.

The greatest words I never heard I guess I’ll never hear.

The man I thought could never die has been dead almost a year.

Oh, he was good at bus’ness but there was bus’ness left to do.

He never said he loved me. Guess he thought I knew.

– Written by Robert Leigh and Layng Martine, Jr.  Sung by Reba McEntire.  Released July 1992

I was 9 years old when the Navy department shipped dad to Alaska to the Aleutians.  The area had formerly been occupied by the Japanese during WW II.  When the war ended, dad abandoned us for another woman.  I did not see him for another ten years.  He was living in Southwest Missouri.  I called and asked if I could visit.  I spent the night.  I didn’t see him again for another 2 years.  Then he and his wife and three daughters moved to Arizona.  When I had a public discussion with Gene Reynolds of the Alabama City Church of God in 1973, dad disowned me.  He died of Alzheimer in 1995.  I never could get him to reconcile.  Despite his reasons, he was my dad and I still loved him.  But I can relate to Reba McEntire’s song.

In June 1957 I was buried with Jesus into his death and raised with him to walk in newness of life (Romans 6:3-4).

For God took the sinless Christ and poured into him our sins. Then, in exchange, he poured God’s goodness into us!” (2 Corinthians 5:21).

I was washed in the blood of Jesus and cleansed of all my sins.  Despite my imperfections, He continued to keep me cleansed.  He took up His dwelling place in me (1 Corinthians 3:16).  He washed me clean and remembers my sins no more (Hebrews 10:17).  My Heavenly Father will never abandon me.  He will not abandon you either.  Why not accept His cleansing?  Who not experience His indwelling?