I began life as a “throw away” child in an orphanage one cold, winter night, the 12th of February, 1944. It was in the stockyard town of South St. Paul, Minnesota. My “given” name was Leonard Allen Boe (aka. Leonard Allen Stenstrom). There are only unanswered questions to fill in the missing pieces of my life or background, my parents or family. In the spring, a young couple from Minneapolis (Roy and Alice Brown) came, sought me out, chose me, purchased me for the price of $55.50, changed my name to Robert Reed Brown, made me their child, and took me home to live with them! I was a “chosen child” they told me . . . and I am very thankful for them and for that! But, down inside I was still an unwanted child, thrown away by his mother. No matter what you said, how you acted, or what you did, I was still an unwanted child with a lot of questions going unanswered. Who were my real parents? Who were my brothers and sisters? Who was I? Why didn’t my mother want me? How could she give me up? Where did I fit in? Where did I belong? From the very earliest age I knew something was missing but I just didn’t know what it was.
My foster parents raised me in a nominal Christian home. They had me baptized. We went to church every Sunday. I sang in the choir, was an altar boy, played the trumpet for special services, was confirmed, joined the church, and took communion. I was a religious boy, but something was still missing, and I was still searching.
I started smoking at age seven and drinking at thirteen. I began racing cars and motorcycles, fighting, and chasing all the wrong kinds of girls, only to find that none of these things could fill the emptiness that I felt inside.
I attended the University of Minnesota and studied philosophy and psychology, but found no answers there — only more questions, and more people who were themselves looking for answers.
In October 1964, I was married and went on active duty with the U.S. Navy. For the first time in my life I had a family that was my own. JoAnne, my high school sweetheart, and I had three beautiful girls. I was a success in my work, and traveled the world. I was realizing a lifelong dream, but the emptiness was still with me. Year by year, my attempts to fill that emptiness by continually grasping for things that the world offered, was taking a toll on my life in every area that was important to me.
By January 1975, I had lost my wife and family, my home and friends, and was living in the Bachelor Chiefs Barracks at a naval station in Pennsylvania. There was a strange fellowship of empty equals within that barracks! There seemed no end to the alcohol, partying, and girls that drifted in and out of the rooms at all hours, day and night. The only two “quite respectable” rooms were those of the local NIS agent, and the one across the hall from mine (which turned out to be a place where abortions were performed). This was a real collection of disillusioned, lost souls if ever there was one, and it all served to accentuate the realization of my own emptiness.
Then God brought an old shipmate, Charlie Glass, back into my life. We used to drink and party together, but since then Charlie and his wife Rae Ann had gotten saved. One day Charlie asked me if I knew for sure that when I died, I would go to heaven. I replied that I didn’t think that anyone could know that. He shared 1 John 5:13 with me, and gave me the tract, Am I Going to Heaven? I failed the test in that tract and set out to prove Charlie wrong from the Bible. I failed again. Over a period of time, Charlie and others shared with me how the emptiness I felt was my separation from God on account of my sin. They spoke of how God had sent His Son, Jesus, to pay the penalty that I owed for that sin by dying in my place on the cross of Calvary. Through these and many other patient, loving Christians at a local assembly, I saw that what they had told me was true.
On November 30, 1975, in the attic of a farmhouse in northern Pennsylvania, on a Chapel men’s deer hunting trip, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour. That night I found that a throwaway child worth only $55.50 in this world was worth the very best that God had to offer — His Son Jesus! He had loved me, chosen me, changed my name, purchased me, and took me out of my life of sin, and one day plans to take me home to be with Him forever in heaven. Twice loved, twice chosen, twice purchased, twice adopted, and now a child of God. An heir and joint heir with Christ — a child of the King!
Since accepting Christ as my Lord and Saviour, the Lord has given me back my wonderful wife JoAnne and family, reestablished my home, taught me about Himself and His plan for my life. He has built me up spiritually, and allowed me to serve Him. My continuing burden is to see others find the real inner peace and joy that I have found. And that only comes from having a personal relationship with God through His Son, Jesus Christ.
Psalm 40 says: “I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock [Jesus], and established my goings. And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God . . . ” All of this He has done for me, and I pray that as the psalm finishes: ” . . . many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord!”