It’s just one conversation with the man, yet, it reflects
his life, a walking talking billboard for Jesus. And shows how God sees, cares,
always loves, and then at times…even loves, just a little bit more.
Disclaimer: my memory may have muddled some of the facts,
but the Truth, remains crystal clear.
In loving memory of Dick Johnson. 1934—2021.
“Mom had told us all along we would have $60,000 to split
between my brother and me. But, after Mom died things must have changed.” Dick
Johnson said it flat with a shrug of the shoulders and no emotion either way.
“Dad, my step dad, always liked my brother better.” His blue
eyes drifted downward, but only for a moment.
“I always attend my high school reunions. We stay with my
brother, Bill.” He spoke the words with no animosity, no hurt, but with a
breath of excitement, like a grandfather telling a story to a child.
I could be his son considering our difference in age. His
seventy-something years only showed in his skin. Deep-blue-skies were his eyes,
hair, thick and silver as a tinsel tree, and his teeth, his own teeth, were
still a pearly white. His face wore a permanent smile like a Christmas morning
child.
“Bill was in charge of settling the estate after Dad passed.”
Dick’s beautiful blue eyes got shiny. “I never brought it up, but wondered
about the money. Finally, Bill spit it out. ‘You know, Dad left all of the
$60,000 to me.’”
He shifted his feet transferring his weight from one foot to
the other, looked toward heaven, and his smile broadened. Then he looked at me
straight and clear. “God has always taken such good care of me.”
Blue skies filled and almost spilled.
“When we drove to the reunion I told my wife, it hurt. Not
because I wanted the money. But, being loved less, hurt.”
I nodded and then shook my head as if to say, that’s just not
right. But he didn’t tarry—
He planted both feet solid and spread his arms with palms open
wide toward heaven, “But God. He takes care of me. He knows what I need.” Then
his blue skies opened wide and he couldn’t talk for a moment because that big
smile was in the way.
“When we got to the reunion, someone I hadn’t seen in
twenty-five years poked me in the chest and said, ‘Dick Johnson, you saved my
marriage. The last time we were here my husband Bob got so drunk I was going to
divorce him. But you took him aside and got in his face. You told him he better
stop that drinkin’ and start followin’ Jesus or he was gonna lose his wife and
maybe his life. Well, that talkin’ to turned him around and although it was an
uphill climb, we’ve been on a honey moon walkin’ with Jesus ever since. Thank
you.’”
He simply took an exited breath and kept going his face all
alight “Before too long Tommy Barns walked up, I remembered him, but he didn’t
think I did. Tommy’s dad had died and they were dirt poor. I use to sneak
pencils and erasers on his desk, ‘cuz I knew he didn’t have any. The other
kids, they were mean. They’d tease him because his clothes were ragged and most
of the time dirty. I just tried to be his friend, although he wouldn’t talk
much.”
Mr. Johnson laughed right out loud and put both hands over his
ears. “He sure made up for it. Tommy talked my ears off that night. He told me
about his wife, his kids, grandkids and…career as a preacher.” He chuckled at
that. I did too.
He paused for a moment and stared into decades past. His smile
dropped, but just a little. He looked me square in the eyes and pulled in a
deep breath. “Billy told me about the first time he saw me sneak the pencil and
eraser on his desk. ‘Dicky, I was gonna kill myself that day. You and Jesus, saved
my life.’”
He crossed his arms and hung his head. I’m sure he was trying
to keep the tears at bay. I know I sure was—and failing.
For an eternal moment we stood, outside of time. The room we
were in was noisy and crowded, over a hundred people enjoying Thanksgiving
dinner, but to me, and to him, it was silent, holy, and still.
He finally raised his head with a great big grin.
“Billy Cards, oh my Lord, he could curse a blue streak and had
a temper that wouldn’t quit. Well, I hadn’t seen him since he got mad and stormed
off the job.
“We were working construction. One day he blew a gasket, I
don’t even know why. But he didn’t have to have a reason. He just blew and took
a swing at the crew leader. And that was it, he was gone.
“Well, anyway, the reunion was pretty much wrapped up and we
were walking to the car, when I heard him shout. I heard Billy shout everyday
on the job for years. I’ll never forget that voice. I turned and there he
stood. All smiles. ‘Hey Dick, hey man how’s it goin’? Bet you don’t remember me;
I knew you’d be here.’ He ran up and gave me a hug. A hug from Billy Cards, who
would’ve thought? A slug maybe, but a hug—no way.
“He used to get so mad at me. I must have told him at least a
thousand times, Jesus could help him tame that tongue and temper. He’d just get
mad. But there stood he stood—only he looked younger than I remembered. Oh, I
suppose there were more wrinkles, but his countenance, was younger.
“After the hug Billy said, ‘Man, you led me to Jesus.’
“Well, I didn’t know that. Billy told me about the day he got
fired. How he went out and got drunk, which was no surprise. But then, all that
night he kept hearing my voice saying, Jesus loves you and You need
Jesus and Jesus can help you. The next morning before his feet hit
the floor, his knees did, and he asked Jesus to help, and…He did.
Now, a down pour from those blue skies, with a smile as big
and bright as heaven, “God is so good, and His timing so perfect, He loved me a
little more right then, just because, He knew I needed it.”
Without blinking, tears streaming, this man of God, royal with
years of wisdom from serving The King said bold and unwavering, “And that
treasure, real-eternal-treasure is worth more, much more than anything
money can buy.”
At that moment, I think, he looked younger than me…at this
moment, I know he does.
