To which, of course, I respond … “But I AM the Lloyd-Jones.”
Of course, what they’re really asking is: “Are you related to THE Doctor David Martyn Lloyd-Jones?”
I wish I could say I’d met him. Or heard him preach. Or had him as my great Uncle.
Sometimes I even wish (inappropriately) I could tell lies: “Ah yes! He used to dandle me on his knee of an evening. How well I remember him singing Welsh hymns to me! Oh yes—and the time he took me riding on his horse!”
Anything to not have to say the one thing I actually end up saying which is: “No.”
Which for some reason I always follow with “sorry.” I feel it is such a let down. I’m rather let down by the whole thing myself.
The only connection is that half of me is from that same passionate Celtic corner of the world (Wales). But it doesn’t quite do, since I’ve never lived there and only know maybe three words (“Hello”, “Goodnight,” and “Darling”—handily perhaps the most essential ones, but nevertheless.)
But I’m pleased when people ask me if I’m related—because it means I’ve found another fan of DML-J’s teaching and sermons and books—and (if they’re not too disappointed) probably a new friend, too.
If you haven’t heard of him, then I’m happy to introduce you… Meet THE Doctor David Martyn Lloyd-Jones.
In fact, I snuck him into my new book THOUGHTS TO MAKE YOUR HEART SING. One of the things I loved best about writing this book was that I got to share some of my MOST favorite writers and thinkers.
Here’s one entry (inspired by the good Doctor’s great book, Spiritual Depression):