Friday, December 1, 2017
Jack ran fast.
His heavy backpack slowed him down, but he kept up the pace. Maneuvering through the crowded airport, he jumped in-and-out and between people, leaping over the endless stream of roller-bags.
Running hard, he kept his eyes focused on the guy wearing a dark blue shirt, the guy who had just snatched a laptop from the security belt. It had only taken seconds . . . Jack had just barely gotten through the Madrid Airport security, and was lacing-up his shoes, when out of nowhere, this thug strolled by and grabbed the expensive laptop - and began to give chase through the terminal.
Jack had yelled - 'Hay, Stop!.' Jack didn't know the owner of the laptop - it was just instinct that told him to run after him - it just felt right. So he kept chasing.
A few yards behind, and running hard too, was the owner of the laptop. By now they had run a couple hundred yards and were getting close to the El Al gates where the man had stopped. Two Israeli security guards saw them all running toward the gate and they stepped out with authority - with guns, grabbing the thief first, then Jack and the other man.
"What's going on here!?" commanded one of the Israeli guards. The 3 men were huffing and puffing. The thief caught his breath and said, "I'm late for my flight - I need to board here for Tel Aviv!". Jack said - "No - this man just stole this guys laptop - we've been chasing him all the way from the security entrance to get it back! Arrest this guy!".
The thief, out of breath, looked astonished. A Spanish man, with broken English said, "What you say to me?? I have laptop - see - this my computer, here, here, see". He hadn't even put it in his bag, it was in plain sight, and he held it up for the Israeli's to see. It was a small black Lenovo laptop. Jack looked at the other man, and asked - "isn't this your laptop?" The other man looked disappointed and said - "well, no, it's not - I had a MacBook laptop. That's not it! Where's my computer?!"
Bewildered - they all just looked at each other. Jack finally said - "wow, I thought you had stolen his laptop, so we were chasing you. Why were you running?" He blurted out, "I run, I late for my flight!"
Astonished - the 3 simply looked at each other, still breathing hard. One of the guards said, calmly, "OK, OK, open the laptop, prove to us that it's yours, and everyone move along - sounds like a mis-understanding. This flight is boarding, you have to hurry. What flight are you 2 guys on?" "This flight - to Tel Aviv - the same flight", said Jack. The other man said the same, "I'm on this same flight with my wife and 4 others - - here they come now." Rushing toward them now were 4 others, a man with 3 women, all with worried looks on their faces. "What's going on?!" said the wife of the man. "We were petrified - why did you run ahead so fast without telling us anything?".
"I thought this man had taken my laptop, and this nice man thought the same. We ran after him. But it wasn't him. Did you pickup my laptop in security?" "No, of course not!" said his wife.
Over the intercom, they heard "Ladies and gentleman, this is the final boarding call for Tel Aviv - the doors will be closing shortly - please board now."
It was too late to go all the way back to security to find the laptop. Jack said "Where are you staying in Tel Aviv?" The man said, "We're at the Gold Hotel, on Jaffa Road, in Jerusalem - I bet I never see that laptop again". "Is it really important - does that computer mean a lot to you?" asked Jack. "Yes - my whole life is on that computer."
One of the Israeli guards said - "just call the airport when you land, tell them what it looks like and where you are staying - if they have it - they'll ship it to you."
On the plane, shuffling bags and arranging seats, fluffing pillows and blankets - the group of 5 took their seats, exhausted. About an hour into the flight, Jack walked from first class, through coach, to find an available restroom in the back. "Hey!" came a quiet voice - "I never said thank you for trying to help me. That was so nice of you - what's your name?".
"Jack. Jack Flak". "See you in Jerusalem."
Thursday, November 30, 2017
I only had one.
Over the past months - and really, years – I had become bitter – bitter toward God – for ‘allowing’ dad to go the way he did. I was told by many, that there was a reason for it, something we can’t understand and won’t understand until we too get to heaven and find out the secret to the suffering he endured.
All I could say is “I know”. I’m not new to this, as a Christian - - there are a lot of things we won’t ever get answers to until we meet the creator, who has His reasons, bigger reasons, reasons we can’t comprehend. This truth is one of the toughest hurdles of the faith. It will make or break you.
But still – it has ticked me off. He was a soldier for Christ. Infantry. He kicked-down doors, house-to-house (not literally, but figuratively). He lived to spread the Gospel and never went off track, a good soldier – the best soldier. He took body blows, but never fell. He stood strong to the end.
I’ve thought: “God – you have every reason in the world to let me die that way, - - but NOT dad, not him – he’s one of the good guys”.
A few years ago, I was travelling every week . . . going to the airport on Monday and returning on Thursday. And my company allowed me to pay for a driver each way (this was before Uber). So I was paying a driver twice a week. It occurred to me that dad was mostly retired and could always use a few extra dollars, so why not hire him? (and by the way, he would always offer to drive me to the airport anytime – and would never ask me to pay him of course).
I asked him if he would be willing to drop me off and pick me up each week – and I would pay him what I was paying for a licensed driver. He said he would love it. I told him to print up an ‘official’ looking receipt that I could submit on my expenses – so I could keep it “quasi legal” (?!). He said he didn’t want me to get in trouble at work – “was it really ok”? I said it was fine, don’t worry about it. On his computer he created this form, and at the top in big letters was “Speedy Airport Service”, and underneath, it said “We Get You There Fast!”. I asked him to put the amount I paid him, the date and to sign each one, but “not too clearly”, so no one could see his name “Donald Kanaley”. No, he didn’t want to do this, it didn’t seem right. – I said ok, just sign your name normally – it’ll be ok.
I knew I would regret it some – no offence to him! But he had a way of driving, where he would get on the freeway and get up to 55 MPH, then let up the peddle until it went down to about 45 MPH, then pushed again to 55 MPH, then down to 45 MPH . . . and this continues for the duration. It was like being on the tea-cup ride at Disneyland – it always made me queasy. Plus, this was before any GPS, he would pull out a map – even if he knew where he was going – he would unfold a REAL map, and you know how big those are. While driving, 55-45-55-45, he would be reading the map. Then occasionally he would lean over to grab his tube of Crest toothpaste, and he would squeeze out just enough onto his finger and put it in his mouth. I think he was told in Seminary, to always have good breath. He would always ask if you wanted some . . . . It just recently occurred to me that I never saw him spit – ever. So he didn’t drink, smoke, chew, cuss, or spit – EVER. And as far as I can remember, isn’t it true that you’re not suppose to swallow toothpaste? You’re suppose to spit it out – right? Oh well.
So, each trip – we would approach the toll booth at the airport – to get the ticket. He ALWAYS, 100% of the time, pulled out one of his Gospel tracks. He would stop for the guy or gal to give him the ticket and he would always ask if it would be ok for him to give them “something to read while they’re on a break”. The person ALWAYS said yes, it was never turned down, never rejected. Then, when exiting the airport – he did it again. EVERY TIME, 2X / WEEK x2 trips = 4x per week.
He was always working – always willing to stick his neck out to spread the gospel. What if just 5% of the people he gave a track to, actually read it and found Christ? Say, 20 travel weeks per year, for 2 years = 40 weeks, x 4 hand-outs = 160 tracks. X just 5% = 8 people. Then, who did those 8 people tell about Christ, and it continues . . . ?
I would say, “OK dad, just pull up to the curb here and I’ll jump out, get my roller bag and go to the ticket counter to check in”. He would say “OK”. But when he pulled up – he put it in park, jumped out and got my bag for me. Usually we were in a ‘no-loading zone’ – so I always worried that the cop would come and give us a hard time – but it never happened. He would then shake my hand, and put his hand on my shoulder and he asked if he could say a ‘quick prayer’ before I left. At first, honestly, I didn’t want to take the time to do that, but of course I said ‘sure’.
So, he would pray – praying that I would have a ‘safe flight’, and that I would have a ‘successful meeting’. He would pray for my wife and kids who were at home waiting. He would pray that I would ‘stay strong’. “In Jesus name, amen’. We would part, I would run into the building and up to the ticket counter. I would always look back to make sure he was gone – but he NEVER was – he always waited in the car until he saw me leave the ticket counter and head to the security line.
We had this same routine, week after week. I looked forward to the trips with him, the routine, the prayer time - - you know I ALWAYS had a good week when he prayed for me there – I ALWAYS stayed strong.
- He was honest.
- He was funny.
- He was reliable.
- He was consistent.
- He was protected (angles around the car).
- He was always doing the Lord’s work.
- He was concerned for me (and you).
There was no one like him – anywhere.---------------------------------------
I love the song called “I Will Rise” (by Chris Tomlin) – I know dad loved it too.
There’s a Peace I’ve come to knowThough my Heart and Flesh may fail
There’s an Anchor for my soul
I can say – It is well.
There’s a day that’s drawing nearWhen the Darkness breaks to Light
And the Shadow’s disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes
“Jesus has overcome, and the grave is overwhelmed. The Victory is won, He is risen from the dead. . . . And I will Rise, when He calls my name. No more sorrow, no more pain. I will rise on Eagles wings, before my God, fall on my knees. And Rise. I will Rise!”
I’ll see you soon dad, save me a good seat, and you can fill me in on what I’ve been missing!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Life LegacyDonald Edward Kanaley
October 14, 1930-November 19, 2017
Born: October 14, 1930Place of Birth: Rochester, NY
Death: November 19, 2017
Place of Death: Savannah, TX
The Rev. Dr. Donald Edward Kanaley entered into the presence of his Lord& Savior, Jesus Christ, on Sunday, November 19, 2017 at 4:15am. He was
attended by his dear wife Phyllis Gray Kanaley and her helper Faith.
Donald Edward Kanaley gave his life to Christ as a young man and lived tobring others to saving faith. Over many decades he carried joy and the
Gospel wherever he went.
Don achieved many accomplishments in his life:1. Ordination to the Pastoral Ministry-November 15, 1957;
2. Bible College Graduate-Baptist Bible College and Seminary - Bachelor of Theology;
3. Theological Seminary Graduate-Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary - Master of Divinity;
4. Eastern Baptist Theological Seminary (now Palmer Seminary) - Master of Theology;
5. Fuller Theological Seminary - Doctor of Ministry.
Don served responsibly several independent organizations over the years:1. Billy Graham Evangelistic Association-11 years as director of the telephone center;
2. Africa Inland Mission-Service on the field in Kenya, East Africa;
3. World Vision International, Church Relations, Texas;
4. Wycliffe Bible Translators - Short-term Associate in Greater Dallas-6 years on the board;
5. Child Evangelism Fellowship - Greater Dallas Area Director-5 years;
6. The American Tract Society - Colporteur for 12 years in Greater Dallas;
7. Operation Rescue - one of the original members in Dallas.
As pastor Don served in several churches:1. Calvary Baptist Church, Lynn, Massachusetts;
2. Second Baptist Church, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania;
3. First Baptist Church, Bergenfield, New Jersey;
4. First Baptist Church, Downey, California;
5. Reinhardt Bible Church, Dallas, Texas.
Don was proceeded in death by his daughter, Cynthia Diane Kanaley Newcott, his mother and father, Leola Pearl Kanaley and Thomas Edward Kanaley, and his brother, Martin Kanaley.
He is survived by his wife Phyllis Gray Kanaley, sons Reid Kanaley and Scot Kanaley, daughters Candace Craig and Celeste Johnson, his brothers Thomas, Joseph, and Daniel, and 17 grandchildren, Benjamin Newcott, Tiffany Newcott Himes, Nicholas Newcott, Zachary Newcott, Collin Kanaley, Ian Kanaley, Tara Craig Benker, Jeremy Craig, Tanya Craig Walch, Aaron Craig, Alexander Craig,Hannah Craig, Jorden Kanaley Malazzo, Hollen Kanaley Moreno, Dagen Kanaley, Alexis Johnson Sellers, and Brittany Johnson Carrillo.
He is also survived by 46 great grandchildren, Silas, Eden, Maeve, Emma, Madison,Olivia, Maxfield, Hudson, Mirabella, Amber, Mason, Calvin, Miles, Anabel, Shiloh, Asher, Korbin, Calahan, Dylan, Oliver, Griffin, Eliana, Chandler, Camryn, Madison, Autumn Lily, Ashton, Jack, Amelia, Scarlett, Aurora, Solomon, Daniel, Ledger, Lucy, Liam, Ellis, Jeffrey, Nick, Beckett,
Brynn, Lincoln, Penelope, Isaac, Jocelyn, and Jonah.
A Private Memorial Service and Burial will be held on Saturday, November 25, 2017 at 11:30am
(Charles W. Smith & Sons, funeral home, McKinney, Texas. Restland Memorial, Dallas, Texas).
A Public Memorial Service will be held on Monday, November 27, 2017 at 10am(Prestonwood Baptist Church, 6801 W Park Blvd, Plano, TX 75093)
His was a life worthy of examination and emulation, but his deepest desire would be that you know his Savior Jesus and join him in Glory forever.
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Jack sat in his car with the engine running, radio on low as Lauren Daigle sang ‘I will trust in you’. He closed his eyes and listened to the poetic words. He thought about his beautiful daughter, now in her thirties who had been praying for years for a child, a baby. And, his wonderful son-in-law, who stood by her side every day. Jack thought – ‘defeat-after-defeat, all they could do was trust in you Lord – for something magnificent to happen – someday’. Jack listened to the words - “when you don’t move the mountains - I needed you to move; when you don’t part the waters - I wish I could walk through; when you don’t give the answers - as I cry out to you – I will trust in you”.
For Jack, that was the part of being a believer that hurt the most, that perplexed him the most – the hardest assignment Christ calls us to – to trust in Him – no matter what. Good or bad.
Looking at his watch, he needed to run – the courthouse was open and the ceremony was about to begin. The judge was going to be surprised at the magnitude of the crowd that would stand in front of him this Friday morning in December, a sunny, warm winter day in Texas. His daughters support group was there – to vouch for her, as a mother, a leader. All she needed now was the final approval from the judge – to make it legal - and the boy would be hers.
Jack saw his Bible sitting on the passenger seat and picked it up to find one last source of encouragement – maybe something he could share later in the day. It flipped open to the book of Daniel.
Daniel – ‘that’s weird’ he said. His new grandson’s name: a 10 year old blonde headed miracle – a real stick of dynamite – born in California, now living in Texas. Jack’s eyes were drawn quickly to Daniel 2:48 – and he read “Then the king promoted Daniel to a high position in the kingdom, lavished him with gifts and made him governor over the entire province of Babylon and the chief in charge of all the wise men.”
Jack rushed inside to be a witness before the Judge, to be a father to his daughter and Mzee to the new kid. Daniel became his newest (and oldest) grand-child that day in December 2016.