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One day I was visiting the nursing home and going from room to room. (I forget to tell you that Joe was blind, too.) Anyway, as I peeked into his room, there he was in the first bed by the door, curled up a bit, wearing street cloths, and lying on top of the sheets. He was singing all by himself and to the Lord as I silently listened...

Joe Loveless

 

I didn't know Joe Loveless very well but he left a lasting impression upon me as a new Christian.

Joe was a little old man in a nursing home. He was in his eighties I think, and was small, frail, and bald, except for some gray and red hair on the sides of his head. Like many redheads, he had pink and fair skin with some of those old age conditions that show up as blotches. He used to come to my service at the nursing home every week, but that is not my favorite remembrance.

I was offered the responsibility of doing the Bible study and service there once a week by the activities director. She had watched me for months, I guess, come and visit the residents on my own with a friend or two. There were about a hundred of them, and I enjoyed visiting and knew most of their names and I prayed for them daily. They were one of my first responsibilities, and they all had a story to tell, or one could tell it for them.

One old timer, for example, had been in the navy just before World War II, and was ordered to carry the visiting Franklin Delano Roosevelt down the stairwell of his ship. Forty some years later, and legless from diabetes, he beamed as he recalled he was a strong nineteen-year-old that day, and said, “I held the President of the United States in my arms!” (You may recall, Roosevelt was a polio victim and severely handicapped.) Later he had received a thank you letter from the White House, but it was lost after he became a prisoner of war for three and a half years, beginning on the first day of the war. There was also another man who had been in the German Army in the same war, but on the other side. It is funny how time levels a lot of things out. Oh, I suppose I could go over other stories about those hoary-headed folk, but I only remember the names of three of them now. Joe Loveless was one, but not because he loved less, but because he loved more.

One day I was visiting the nursing home and going from room to room. (I forgot to tell you that Joe was blind, too.) Anyway, as I peeked into his room, there he was in the first bed by the door, curled up a bit, wearing street clothes, and lying on top of the sheets. He was singing all by himself and to the Lord as I silently listened...

I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord

No tender voice like thine can peace afford.

I need thee, O I need thee

Every hour I need thee

O bless me now, my Saviour,

I come to thee.

 

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Maranatha

 


The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.  Amen