I was surprised and saddened today when
I heard about the passing of Davy Jones. At the risk of giving away
my age, I remember watching the Monkees when I was young. A few
years back, when my daughter was younger, she was watching a Barney
special. At one point, some monkeys were pushing a bed out onto the
stage when Baby Bop said, “Hey, hey, they're the monkeys.” My
daughter never understood why I found that so funny.
I actually had a fleeting encounter
with Davy Jones about 10 years ago or so. Maybe it's generous to
even call it an “encounter.” It was more like a near-encounter.
Let me recount it for you.
I was attending a men's retreat in
Northern KY, just across the river from Cincinnati, OH. During one
of the breaks, I had gone into the lobby of the hotel and noticed a
group of men standing around at the opposite side of the lobby. I
didn't think anything about it and went back into the conference
room. After a few minutes, my father-in-law came back to the table and
told me it was Davy Jones who had been in the lobby. He was apparently staying
at the same hotel as we were but I didn't even see him. Like I said,
it was a near-encounter.
Here's the funny part. Ken
Ham of Answers in
Genesis was the featured speaker at the retreat. When the
meeting resumed, he announced to everyone that Davy Jones was just in
the lobby. He then said something to the effect of, “I guess
here's a man who really was once a 'Monkee'.” I'm sure everyone
saw that one coming but it was still a good laugh.
Unfortunately, I'm not sure of Jones'
spiritual condition. We should all pray for his family and surviving
bandmates. Farewell to the man who was once a Monkee.
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