Relating to Royalty

Unlike many of you, I was never a fan of Princess Diana. Not that I disliked her. I had no reason to.

But neither did I have any reason to care about her. Royalty didn’t impress me. I was sorry about her death, but no more so than I would be about anyone else I didn’t know personally.

Sometime prior to Diana’s death, my father took me to a special event at his alma mater, the College of William & Mary. Prince Charles was the featured speaker, and–much to my surprise–I found him interesting. Especially his openness about his problems with Diana.

But my interest in Prince Charles had nothing to do with his royalty. If he had not been one of the world’s most well known people, I wouldn’t have found him nearly as interesting.

Several of my favorite older movies have to do with royalty, though.

The first was King Ralph, in which the whole royal family was accidentally electrocuted and the search for a legitimate heir led to an American (played by John Goodman) who was anything but royal in words and actions. The second was Johnny English, starring the actor best known as Mr. Bean. It involved defending the English throne from being taken over by a nasty, villainous Frenchman.

You might think it strange that those two movies would appeal to me, given my general disinterest in royalty. I enjoyed their humor. No more, no less. What an Englishman would have thought, I couldn’t say.

Blind singer/song writer/pianist extraordinaire Ken Medema released a concert album about thirty years ago. Since I no longer have my copy, I know I’m misquoting something he said during the concert (not as himself, as I recall, but expressing what he imagined had been the feelings of someone else). As best I can recall, he said something about royalty before adding–I’m sure I have this part right–“These are democratic times.”

Even though I’ve probably taken those words out of context, they’ve always stuck with me for a reason that may surprise or even shock you.

The Bible is filled with kings, some good, some bad. Jesus is referred to as a King. The King of Kings, in fact. Because the Jewish people were used to kings and royalty, those who believed He was the Messiah had no trouble thinking of him as The King. It was something they could relate to.

But “these are democratic times”–okay, so the United States is a republic and not a democracy–and I cannot relate as fully to the idea of Heaven being a Kingdom, God being on a throne, and biblical references to Jesus’ royalty. If I’d lived in New Testament times, I would have easily recognized their significance. I wouldn’t even have had to think about it.

Don’t get me wrong. I have complete faith that Jesus is Who He claimed to be. He’s my Lord and Savior, and my constant desire is to live a more Christlike life. I’m very much looking forward to eternity in Heaven, even if it’s a kingdom I can’t fully relate to because of my limited ability to appreciate royalty.

How thankful I am that God doesn’t hold my inability to relate to His royalty against me. In fact, I believe He understands. And sympathizes.

What about you? How do you feel about royalty? Does your comprehension (or lack of it) make the Bible easier or more difficult to relate to? How about leaving a comment?

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Memories of My Father

Happy Father’s Day a few hours early. My wife and I, along with hundreds of other Richmond residents, have been without electricity since around 9:00 p.m. Thursday. So we have no Internet connection at home. We’re visiting a friend so we can shower for church tomorrow and are taking advantage of her electricity and Internet connection. I decided it would be better to post this now rather than take a chance on whether I would have the chance to do so tomorrow. We might go home and find the lights on…but we’re not counting on that, and Dominion Power isn’t even estimating when they’ll get to our neighborhood. Nonetheless, we’re fine and God is good.

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When I wrote a post about my mother around Mother’s Day, I realized I would probably want to do one about my father now. Unfortunately, it was easier to write warm things about her than about him.

Don’t get me wrong. Father was a fine Christian minister who cared deeply about the congregations he served. But that’s probably the problem–or a large part of it. Too often, pastors get so caught up in meeting others’ needs that they’re less attentive to the needs of their own families.

I recall a Christmas present he spent hours secretly putting together. He wasn’t good with his hands, and that was a real labor of love.

I also remember his taking me to the yard of my elementary school to ride my bike; we lived on a hill, and even the back yard sloped too much for easy riding. And I recollect the fun he had hiding a grandmother clock for my mother behind the studio couch in the den and making her search for it one Christmas. There’s no question he loved us.

But what I remember just as clearly–perhaps more so–was his home study door being closed. And even when it was open, he seemed inaccessible. Uninterruptible.

When I was a teen, he seemed to realize that he hadn’t spent nearly enough time with me doing daddy-type things. So he took me to Manteo, North Carolina, to see The Lost Colony, a well-known outdoor historical drama. Looking back now, I appreciate the thought, but at the time I’m not sure I considered it something I really wanted to do.

In 1972 I completed writing an hour-long rock opera called The Identity of Divinity. I invited my parents, who lived across the state from me, to come for the one performance. Since its production was my greatest accomplishment to date, I really wanted them to be there. But church came first. Although they sent a congratulatory telegram, it wasn’t the same.

As my parents aged and my father retired from the active ministry (he served as the interim minister of a number of churches until he couldn’t do it anymore), the three of us ended up living in the same city for the first time since college. So my first wife and I saw them on on a regular basis. And Kathleen and I now belong to one of the churches Father had served as interim pastor of.

Considering the number of questions I have about my early life–and about family history in general–I wish I’d been a more attentive listener. The knowledge of so many things I’m curious about died with him in 1993.

I have two particular memories from his final years. One was going with him to a special anniversary of his alma mater, William and Mary. He couldn’t have made the trip by himself, and I’m glad I could help him manage it. I can still see him sitting among other graduates wearing the doctoral robe he’d kept all those years. And I can still hear guest speaker Prince Charles laughing about his problems with Princess Diana, who was still alive at that time.

The other memory was of the day Mother called me at work. Father had fallen in the bathroom. He couldn’t get up and she couldn’t lift him. I drove over as quickly as I could, but I couldn’t get him up, either. We had to call the rescue squad.  I’ll always remember him on the bathroom floor.

No, life with my father didn’t leave me with a number of warm fuzzies, but you know what? It really doesn’t matter. He was a fine man and I’m proud of who he was. More important, he loved me, and I loved him.

Do you have anything you want to share about your father today? How about leaving a comment?

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