Then God stepped in!

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We’ve seen over the last days how God has orchestrated circumstances to allow all of our children to come home in surprising and happy ways. (Yesterday’s blog.) Of seven amazing stories, the most spectacular belongs to Hans and Katy, although it really belongs to God.

Hans & KatyHans married Katy, a British citizen, in July of 2007. Before then, Hans had been living with her family for several months, working various jobs on a volunteer visa linked to Katy’s parents, who had agreed to sponsor him.

As a newlywed, Hans upgraded to a better visa that allowed him to work and collect pay in England and to travel in and out of the country freely. The catch was that it expired in two years. If he left the country after that, he wouldn’t be allowed to return without major hassles and possibly couldn’t return at all.

Two months ago, Hans applied for a more permanent work visa that included a residency card. This would entitle him to unhindered travel, as well as most of the perks of British citizenship, even though he would remain an American. The process traditionally takes six months to a year.

When Hans got his call from Nate about the cancer, he yearned to come home immediately, but he’d had to surrender his passport for the duration of the lengthy visa process. Even Katy had had to turn in her British passport, as Hans’ wife, to satisfy the document requirements. Neither of them could leave England in the foreseeable future.

Then God stepped in. A week ago, on Sunday evening, Pastor Erwin Lutzer was seated next to Pastor Steve Mason at a missionary appreciation banquet. Somehow Hans and Katy’s visa/passport situation came up in the conversation. Steve jumped up and said, “Hold that thought.” He walked several tables away and tapped on the shoulder of a young British girl who followed him to Pastor Lutzer’s table. “Tell Tilly what you just told me,” he said.

The surprise of the evening was that Tilly works full time at the British Consulate in Chicago helping people who have visa and passport problems! She gave Pastor Lutzer her phone number and said, “Have them call me in the morning, and I’ll go to work on it.”

I called, and she told me there were three options. The first had only a 1% chance of working, that the British Home Office in London would complete the residency card/visa process for Hans quickly. “That would have to be a miracle,” she said.

The second option had better odds. It involved applying for a second passport given on rare occasions for serious medical reasons. It would have a time limit of three months but would allow Hans to visit us relatively soon. She asked us to get a succinct letter from Nate’s doctor describing the nature of his cancer and the importance of a quick visit.

The third and worse choice was to abort the residency card/visa process altogether, collect the passports and travel to the States. Tilly told Hans that if he chose to do that, he would most likely never get a residency card in the future and might not even get permission to re-enter the country at all.

She peppered the British Home Office with phone calls for three days until Hans’ papers were finally found and given to an officer to study. We all held our breath, and 48 hours later, Tilly called to say the impossible had happened and the documents would soon be mailed! But just then all of London went on a mail strike. We still couldn’t breathe.

When the strike ended, the precious bundle was delivered to Hans and Katy’s home on Pleasant Street, but neither of them were there to sign for it. Today, Monday, Katy raced to the post office and collected the package. As Nate, Linnea and I were on the highway heading home after radiation #5, our cell phone rang and there was Hans.

“You won’t believe it! God has worked a miracle!” Their situation fell in the 1% possibility and it gets even better. Hans received a visa that is the absolute best kind available, a Settlement Visa, with privileges to come and go in the UK for as long as he lives. It will never expire.

Tilly put it well when she said, “God has truly moved a mountain.”

“Truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.” (Matthew 17:20)

We’ve been prepared.

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Tonight, as Linnea and I walked around the block with the dog, we decided to look for ways God had prepared our family for the crisis we’re now experiencing. Listed below are our seven children, each one brought close to their ailing father by a sudden change of circumstances only God could have orchestrated.

Nelson: He felt strongly God wanted him to sell his Nashville landscaping business last June. When the season was at its peak, he asked the Lord to bring a buyer. A friend of a friend who already had a landscaping business mentioned he’d like to expand. Word got back to Nelson and within a week they’d struck a deal. He wasn’t sure what God wanted him to do next when the news of pancreatic cancer came, and Nelson drove home. Two days ago he said, “Please know the two of you will never be alone throughout this whole ordeal. I’m here, and that’s that.”

Lars: He’s been based in California since first becoming a student at Azusa Pacific University in 1994, 15 years ago. Recently, his boss at Matrix offered him a job transfer from San Diego to Schaumburg, IL. He was weighing the decision when the news of his father’s cancer arrived. He took the new position, and within 72 hours was moving to Illinois, 90 miles from us instead of 2000 miles.

Linnea: Having taught high school English in Ocala, FL, since she and Adam married six years ago, her job was tenured and secure. After taking a year’s leave of absence when Skylar was born last year, she had to return to teaching this fall or lose tenure. Eventually she signed the contract to begin in August. In the weeks between signing and starting, she learned she was pregnant with baby #2 and let her job go. When the cancer news arrived, she was free to come to Michigan to stay indefinitely.

Klaus: He was based in Nashville, working in the volatile music business. When his assignment came to a sudden end in early September, he wasn’t sure what was next. He found a job in sales, his expertise, and is working in Chicago, two hours from us rather than eight hours away in Tennessee.

Hans: He and his British wife Katy live with baby Nicholas in England. Although he has been aching to come home to be near his dad, he’s been blocked by passport and visa complications. This story is too spectacular to squeeze into one paragraph so will be the subject of tomorrow’s blog.

Louisa: She lived through two very difficult years after high school, then chose to spend six months out of the country with Youth With A Mission. She returned a changed girl, devoted to the Lord and strengthened to bear what was about to rock her world, a father with terminal cancer.

Birgitta: She visited Nashville with the intent of pursuing her love of singing in the music capital of our nation. Her desire was to rent an apartment, take a job and sing/write songs in her off hours. But Louisa persuaded her to stay in Chicago and be her roommate. In the end, the girls rented an apartment together in Wicker Park in one of their Uncle Bervin’s buildings, got jobs within walking distance, and are located one hour from our Michigan home.

As Linnea and I walked tonight, we ran out of block before we ran out of blessings. Only God could have plucked all seven of our children from jobs and homes scattered far and wide and brought them together exactly ahead of our cancer news. But here we are, weathering the storm, all in one place, all at the same time.

“God himself has prepared us for this.” (2 Corinthians 5:5a)

I can’t see the future.

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Nate’s pain woke him with the message that it was time for his meds. After he took the pills, we spent time chatting in bed, waiting for relief to come. We talked about when the kids were little, remembering funny things they’d said. Then suddenly he became introspective.

“Life’s interesting,” he said. “Its like you come up against a wall that’s ten feet tall but you can’t see over it. On the other side is your future. You want to see it, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t.”

I believe he’s beginning to absorb the truth of his pancreatic cancer, the raw statistic that of 37,000 people who had this disease last year in our country, 95% of them died within their year of diagnosis. Nate is a numbers man. He’s logical. He understands bad odds when he reads them.

“I want you to dig out my life insurance policy today so I can refresh my mind about its terms,” he said. “We also need to find my will and re-read it. And I want to be sure you have power of attorney. That’ll make everything easier when I’m not around.”

I wanted to sit bolt upright and yell, “Stop! What about the other 5%? Maybe that’ll be you!” But something inside my head said, “Don’t interrupt. Let him say what’s on his mind.” It was God I’m sure, making me bite my lip. When Nate finished talking, I agreed to find the files.

After a morning nap, he re-opened the subject. “Can you hunt for those documents now?” I found them, and then sat quietly with my Coke Zero, watching Nate study the life insurance policy. He knit his brow and then nodded slightly.

“I think you’ll be ok, even if you live into your nineties.”

“It’s awful to think of you not being here,” I said, fighting tears but trying to sound like we were having an everyday conversation. “Maybe we could take a trip in the near future, like to Greenfield Village or someplace.” But both of us knew my suggestion wasn’t compatible with the immediate future we could already see.

“Sure,” he said, wanting to make me happy. “Good idea.”

After he studied all the documents, he seemed to be satisfied. He rested his head back on the chair, folded his hands over his chest and closed his eyes.

“You know,” he said, “even if I could jump up and get a quick look over that wall into my future, by the time I really got there, it would have changed anyway.” And in that statement, there was a letting go of the pressure to control what he knows he cannot.

Twice in recent days Nelson has quoted this phenomenal Proverb:

“A man’s heart devises his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” (Proverbs 16:9)

Nate has made his plans. They include insurance, a will, power of attorney and other things. But today he accepted the truth that he can’t control what actually happens. God will be the one to say when Nate’s earthly steps stop and his heavenly ones begin. But there is nothing to fear. Quite the contrary, its all good news:

“No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
and no mind has imagined
what God has prepared
for those who love him.” (1 Corinthians 2:9)