The Works of God

This is the last in a series to honor men who have been helpful by their examples.

Paul Harland Knight is the sixth grandchild of Harland Paul Knight.  We’re not very creative with names in our family, but we know why our children carry the names they do!

There is a part of me that wants to be reckless and effusive with my praise for my dad, because I think it is warranted.

But I know there are people who have never experienced this kind of fatherly support, and this is a painful reminder of what you long to have.  If you are in that group, remember that God is always a good father, infinitely capable beyond the capacities of any earthly father, even a good one like I have.

And pray that God would raise up a man like this man in your life:

• He loves God’s word. My dad didn’t have the chance to go to college, but several little churches around Winona have asked him to fill their pulpits for vacations and the like because he has the reputation of loving God’s word and handling it carefully.
• He prays, earnestly.
• He has been married to the same woman for more than six decades, and he clearly delights in the wife of his youth (they met when he was three years old!).
• Though he has taken on fewer things as he entered his 80s, he still volunteers at church and in the community.  ‘Retirement’ only meant more time to pour himself into others more freely!  He likes walking on the beach, but his passion isn’t seashells! (If that reference doesn’t make sense, see page 46 of this book.)
• He loves his children (and their spouses) and grandchildren (and their spouses) and great-grandchildren.  He hurts the most when they hurt.  He delights the most when they are around.
• He is generous.
• He is unafraid of hard things.
• He doesn’t quit on those he loves.
• He is the same at home, in his work, at church or out in the community; no hypocrisy in our household.

I’ve always respected my father – it is hard not to, especially when everyone in our little town seemed to know him, like him and respect him.

But the arrival of my Paul put everything into a different kind of clarity for me on who this man is.

Only days after Paul was born, while he was still hooked up to machines, dad held him and simply said to him, “if the only reason I was put on this earth was to be your grandpa, that’s good enough for me.”

Tears still come to my eyes, nearly 16 years later, at the memory.  My father was for me.  My father was for my boy.  Nothing could change that.  Nothing could stop that.  He didn’t require Paul to love him back.  He has NEVER required Paul to love him back.  He didn’t require me to do anything for him.  Paul simply was his own, and that’s all dad needed to know.

This is love.  This is God’s gift in fulfilling the commandment: By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers (1 John 3:16).

And that is what I mean when I title this blog, ‘he taught me everything else.’

Thanks, dad.  Happy Father’s Day!

This is the sixth in a series to honor men who have been helpful by their examples.  We’ll conclude tomorrow.  If you aren’t sure who will be honored tomorrow, you haven’t been reading this blog for very long!

At some unknown point I went from being a ‘new’ dad to one with some experience.  That’s just weird.  I still feel like a new dad, given how inadequate I feel much of the time.  And I continue to prize the example of men who are years ahead of me in their parenting and their skill and their dependence on God.

But today I want to acknowledge God’s goodness through the example of the younger dads I know.  These men are precious to me, many of them holding on to the promises of God in ways that are beautiful and faith-filled and God-centered and which make God look very, very attractive.

• I’m grateful for men who are looking at disability with clear eyes and seeing God’s grace instead of the darkness I saw in our early days.
• I’m excited as I observe God’s leading younger men with disabled children into areas of responsibility and ministry that show off God as of greater value than anything.
• I’m humbled by the testimonies of wives who speak so well of their husbands and the godly leadership they are experiencing in their homes.
• I love to hear stories of God calling men away from the darkness in which they were living and into his marvelous light, frequently using their children’s disability to help them see God clearly.
• I’m hopeful for those dads who were like me, that God would do the same miracle in their hearts that he did for me.
• My faith is encouraged when I see broken-hearted men persevere in faith with strength only God can provide as they seek to love their wives and children through impossible circumstances.

I realize in writing this that God has granted me a lot of those younger men in my life!  What a gift to see God moving like that!

I’ll close with an example of encouragement from one of them.  Kempton Turner is one of those younger faith-filled dads described above.  His oldest boy lives with multiple disabilities.  His wife is a leader on this subject at church.  Together they parent three children.  I’m grateful to learn from him how to pray to the God we both love:

Kempton Turner praying at BBC June 5, 2011

This is the fifth in a series to honor men who have been helpful by their examples.

I can’t remember when I first met Karl Kanowitz.  It was sometime in the early 1990’s and he was simply doing what he always does – serving other people.  In this case it was an adult Sunday School class I was attending.  There wasn’t anything particularly special about him nor did we have a close relationship.

Then God gave us our Paul.  For some reason, God put us on the hearts of the Kanowitz family.  And while I’ve been emphasizing men this week, the kindness we received was definitely extended from their entire family to my little family.

The lesson I want to emphasize here is how much Karl practiced the discipline of understanding, as Pastor John has taught, when words are wind:

In grief and pain and despair people often say things they otherwise would not say. They paint reality with darker strokes than they will paint it tomorrow when the sun comes up. They sing in minor keys and talk as though that is the only music. They see clouds only and speak as if there were no sky.  John Piper, When Words Are Wind, November 10, 1993.

I said some horrible things at his dining room table in the presence of his children.  And I knew how to hurt people with my words.  Even my attorney once said that I frightened him.

None of those words seemed to have that impact on Karl.  Sometimes, I wasn’t even sure he had heard me and he certainly didn’t seem to feel the emotional explosiveness of the verbal grenades I was lobbing at him.

He just kept coming, and he kept coming with affection and confidence that God is good.  He understood that there are ‘words on the wind.’

Again, from Pastor John:

These words are wind, or literally “for the wind.” They will be quickly blown away. There will come a turn in circumstances and the despairing person will waken from the dark night and regret hasty words.

It is tempting to assume that he saw something in us that confirmed God’s work in our lives, something to give him encouragement to persevere.  That wasn’t the case.  There was no evidence, for a season, that anything positive was happening.  They prayed, and trusted God.  And kept coming.

All my bitter, angry words frightened many people away, but not this man (or his entire family).  And in fearing God more than me, God worked on me through him.

Eventually, God would open my eyes and I would see my sin and my need for a savior more clearly than I had ever known.  But before that happened, he gave me a man who righteously feared the Lord and practiced a depth of wisdom that simply crushed my bitter rationalizations.

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom;
all those who practice it have a good understanding.
His praise endures forever!  Psalm 111:10

In God, whose word I praise,
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?  Psalm 56:10-11

You can hear more about what this family did for us and my regard for them in this video interview.

This is the fourth in a series to honor men who have been helpful by their examples.

All of the men I’m highlighting are both more interesting and more fallen than I can capture in five or six hundred words.  That may be particularly true for this man.

My father-in-law, Miles Hahn, was a German Lutheran farmer who fit nearly every stereotype that those three things conjure.  The German part of him kept most of his emotions under wraps.  The Lutheran part of him kept his faith private.  And the farmer part of him meant he knew how to work hard, fix things, and trust God to provide the rain and the sun that would turn seeds into a profitable harvest.

He also had a complicated relationship with all his children, not all of it happy.

But, he also had a sly sense of humor and loved to be with people.  He would be the first to volunteer to sing in the church choir.  One pastor who came through their little rural church wasn’t being clear on some important Biblical principles, so Miles read passages from the Bible and asked her to explain them.

And though he never really understood anything I did for a living, he knew that I loved his daughter and would seek to take care of her.  He also loved his multiply disabled grandson, and he loved his oldest granddaughter, also with multiple disabilities.

I didn’t really know what to do with myself when we would visit the farm, so I started tagging along with him on occasion to pick up parts and the like.  At minimum, that would mean an hour in the truck with him by myself.  This, at first, was a frightening proposition because I didn’t really know anything about what he was good at, and he wasn’t that interested in what I was good at.  But we were now related.

And God made something special happen.  I remember our traveling to see his grandson (my nephew) in some sporting event that was more than an hour’s drive away.  And as we drove he talked about some of his regrets in his own parenting of my wife.  He was being very vulnerable, especially for him, and clearly warning me away from some of his behavior.  I appreciated it deeply.

A couple years after Paul was born I wrote a little paper about disability and the church that I shared with David Michael and a few others.  I also sent it to Miles, and hoped he would read it.  To my surprise he called me – he never did that – and wanted to talk about it.  It was a pivotal moment in my relationship with him.

God took him from this life very suddenly in August 2000, so he only knew Paul for a few years.  But those were good years.  I was honored to be asked to speak at his funeral and I still miss him.

He taught me there are lessons to be learned in failure. And obviously he lived with the hope that in sharing those lessons maybe I could be a better father and husband than he had been, for our benefit and the benefit of our children.

That humility and wisdom is something I cherish, and something I want to pass on to my children.

This is the third in a series to honor men who have been helpful by their examples.

David Michael is the Pastor for Parenting and Family Discipleship and oversees the disability ministry at Bethlehem.  He also received a couple of emails in the early, dark days of my parenting that I wish I could take back!  But his responses were like Pastor John’s responses – kind, pastoral, Biblical.

He and I have been in conversation about disability and the Bible for well over a decade, and he has been pivotal in making the disability ministry happen at Bethlehem.  Without God’s call on David Michael to nurture, support and oversee this ministry, we would not have the ministry we have.  I love this man and am grateful to God for him!

But the thing I want to emphasize here is how much he wants people to talk about God. He particularly wants fathers to live up to Psalm 78:

He established a testimony in Jacob
and appointed a law in Israel,
which he commanded our fathers
to teach to their children,
that the next generation might know them. . . Psalm 78:5-6a

And he wants us to do it carefully!  I have learned so much from this man in how to think about and talk about God and God’s word.  I couldn’t find a clip of David’s telling and then retelling the story of David and Goliath.  It is priceless and very helpful, because Pastor David completely turns the typical telling – that the boy is courageous and we should be like David – to a more accurate telling – God did a mighty deed through a boy; to God be the glory!

Out of that passion he and his equally God-centered wife Sally started developing curriculum which has turned into Children Desiring God.  It has been deeply encouraging to see how God has fueled David’s passion for talking about God, and God has turned that passion into a movement that includes hundreds of churches using this curriculum – including churches in Africa, South America and Eastern Europe!

But I don’t think about that too often when I think about David.  I mostly think about him as my pastor and my friend.  And as my pastor he has been in the middle of every important thing that has happened in my life at church in the past 15 years.  More specifically, David has called me to publicly proclaim God’s sovereignty over disease and disability, and then given me a platform.

And typical of David, he has done it under the most unusual, some might even say foolish, of circumstances.

David was the last person to pray for Dianne before her cancer surgery in March 2005, and he took me to lunch.  I appreciated the distraction; the surgery was going to take a while.

God was very close to us in those days; Dianne and I both felt held by him.  It was easy to talk about the goodness of God in the midst of Stage IV breast cancer because we felt it so profoundly.

I still remember David looking at me across the table and saying, ‘do you think people should hear about the sovereignty of God over all things?’  I was perplexed at that, because of all people he should know that EVERYONE needed to hear about this God!  And then, in the basement cafeteria (what a cheery place that wasn’t!) of Fairview Hospital while my wife was being cut open to attack a disease that could kill her – he asked me to speak the very next month at the first Children Desiring God conference with him for the keynote address.

So, with God’s help, I said yes and we did that session together, though Dianne was still in the midst of her radiation treatment and we didn’t know the outcome.

And David has continued to press on me to talk about God and his good, kind, merciful, helpful, sovereign role in disease and disability.  This blog is one outgrowth of his encouragement to talk about God.  I’m grateful for that encouragement, and for both of us pointing directly at God as the source.

I want to encourage my children (and I hope you want to encourage your children) to talk about God like that!