There
was a formal ball one evening,
And
Lynda Johnson decided on short notice that she wanted to go.
But
there was little time to get ready, and she didn’t have anyone to
take her.
So
her daddy, Lyndon, called in the Marines.
He
asked the General to pick a good young Marine
And
send him over to the White House to serve as Lynda Bird's escort.
The
General considered his choices there at the 8th
& I Barracks.
And
he sent a young officer—Lt. Chuck Robb.
That’s
one of the stories the old General liked to tell.
He’d
known President Johnson before that.
But
this chance role as matchmaker brought him closer into the Johnson
family.
I
first began chatting with the long-retired General at my daughter’s
soccer games.
My
daughter and his only grandchild, Danielle, were eight-year-olds and
best friends.
He
was a very devoted and involved grandfather.
Trying
to fill in for his son, Danielle’s father, who had died shortly
before she was born.
Danielle
and her mother lived just down the street from us.
And
I’d see him there a few times a week, doing handyman jobs or just
visiting.
Every
summer he and his wife would pick up Danielle and her mother.
And
drive down to the small farm in Tennessee where he’d grown up.
They’d
stay there a couple months, visiting with a few locals,
Swimming
in the river that ran through the yard,
Doing
a few chores, but not too much work.
And
enjoying a peaceful country rest.
As
the girls grew older, we started letting our daughter make the trip
with them.
And
then we’d go down a couple weeks later, stay a few days, and bring
her home.
The
farmhouse was a few miles down a shady dirt road from the nearest
little town.
The
main house was fairly large for a farmhouse, and surrounded by dense
woods.
In
the early 1800s it had been an inn for travelers who came by that
route to ford the river.
There
was a smaller cottage behind the house.
An
old couple, James and Ella, lived in the cottage.
They
took care of the whole property most of the year while the General
was away.
As
they had done for decades while his career kept him too busy for long
visits.
James’
father had worked the farm for the General's father.
James
had been born in that cottage and never moved away.
He
had been like an older brother to the General when they were boys.
And
now the old farmer enjoyed calling his important world-traveled
friend Little Brother.
And
so, each summer they all lived on the farm, like one happy family.
Old
James calling the General Little Brother.
And
my daughter calling him Pappa.
Though
neither title was technically correct.
And
when we came to visit and retrieve our daughter, we were treated like
family too.
It’s
a real honor to have someone tell us that they consider us family.
And
deeply touching when they treat us in a way that shows that they
really do.
So
this morning we should be exceedingly
honored and exceedingly
touched.
Because
we just heard the words of Jesus, telling us that he considers us
family.
No
mere General.
No
mere President.
But
Jesus himself.
3rd Tuesday Ordinary Time