A Veteran’s Tribute to Daniel Kellis

I used to think of myself as not worthy of respect. Or rather, not needing respect. 

I work in an urban high school where respect is a huge issue. You don’t survive in the streets without getting or giving respect appropriately. Kids learn what and who to respect, sometimes the hard way. Respect, oftentimes, seems more important to survival than love.

A few years ago, I remember reading a book about marriage relationships called Love and Respect. The basic premise was that women are designed to need love and men are designed to need respect. I balked at that idea. Mostly because I, as a man, didn’t feel like I needed respect, but I definitely felt like I needed love.

I think one reason why respect wasn’t big for me was because I didn’t have it growing up. I never accomplished much that was worthy of respect and therefore rarely received it. When I did receive an honor of respect in some way, it was weird and awkward for me. I didn’t really know how to receive it.

Until I became a youth pastor. I know this might sound weird, but being a youth pastor was the place I felt like I have received the most respect in my life.

I’ve been a state wrestler. I survived a crazy childhood and thrived in life. I’ve worked at a university. I’ve been a father of three (girls, even). I’ve dedicated my life to helping young people. I’ve been a counselor. I’ve worked in education. I’ve been a principal (at an after school program). I’ve been a Marine. I graduated from boot camp. 

Yet, the place I’ve felt the most respect was as a youth pastor. Primarily from the church members. And our senior pastors. 

I didn’t really notice it until I left that role. Once my career and church role changed, I began to notice how people treated me differently. I was less important. I was overlooked. I wasn’t the same kind of special. 

If I’m honest, though I never sought respect and honor, I miss it. In many ways, I dodged it for years. I disliked the title “pastor.” Just call me Shawn, I thought. I was kind of annoyed when people expected me to be the one who prayed. We all have the ability to pray, I thought, God doesn’t hear me any more than he hears you. But, looking back, I see this expectation as a sign of respect.

In my time since then, in my many different roles, I have rarely felt the same respect and I often miss it. 

But, what makes a person worthy of respect? Why should we or do we demonstrate respect toward other people? While everyone is deserving of some respect, why do we elevate others above? Why do we lift them up, as role models even?

In our culture, too often, I believe we do it because people hold talents that are rare, rather than their character or their service. We look at celebrities, musical artists, and athletes and admire them without much regard for their character.

I believe character and service are the primary reasons to honor and respect others above the norm. I believe the way we live our lives should naturally elicit honor and respect from others. The way we treat others, the way we love others, and the way we respect others ourselves.

When I think of Veterans on this Veterans Day, no one is more worthy of Honor and Respect.

Veterans have served our country and demonstrated the type of character that is notable.

In fact, one particular Veteran is on my mind today that is particularly deserving.

Daniel Kellis, my father-in-law, left this earth to spend eternity with Jesus Monday night. He was a man who was worthy of honor and respect, yet he never sought it and most would never know it.

From the first time I met him, he was a quiet and humble person. He never had much to say, yet he was always willing to serve others. Danny served his country in the U.S. Army. So yes, today he is honored for that. 

But, Danny’s service went far beyond serving our country. 

Daniel served God and others throughout his life. He went above and beyond when he knew there was a need. He never complained and he was always willing to go the extra mile for someone. He was a man worthy of respect. 

Danny lived a life of faith. He loved God and he believed that God would save him. Alas, He has! Danny gets to spend eternity with his Lord! He is no longer suffering and his body is no longer failing. He has been renewed and spends his days dancing with the Lord, not struggling to walk from his chair to his bedroom. The dude dances with Jesus today! 

Because he put his faith and trust in Jesus.

Danny lived a life of prayer. When I first became a youth pastor, I was required to attend one of our weekly prayer meetings each week. Danny may have attended all of them, I’m not sure, but he definitely attended on Tuesdays. I remember hearing him pray and knowing that man was simply connecting with God. He wasn’t eloquent, per se, but he did pray in the KJV (King James Version). He simply connected with God.

I learned to pray, in part, by listening to him and praying together with those men. He demonstrated his faith over and over again through consistent prayer and trusting God to meet the needs of people he loved.

Though he was trusting God, he didn’t leave it all up to God to meet those needs. Danny did much of that himself. He served others when he heard there was a need. He would bring food to people all of the time, whether they were homeless or shut-ins. If there was a need he could meet, he did so. 

He also served his family. If there was one thing that was modeled for me in their home, it was how he served his family. If they had a need, he met it, oftentimes going above and beyond, spoiling them by cleaning their room, warming up their car or buying them a treat. He was a generous servant of Jesus who served his family.

Through all of his life, I can see that he was a man of faith, prayer and service. When I think of what God has called all of his people to, it is that. Danny exemplified this life and for that he is worthy of our respect. 

Lord, help us to live like Danny because he lived like Jesus.

Blah.

What do you write about when you lose inspiration? 

The last two months have been very difficult for me and my family. 

After reaching our 50th state (Vermont), my wife and I ventured out west to conquer 7 different National Parks in 8 days. Or as my wife likes to say, 12 National Parks in 13 days. Both are true. We also celebrated our 27th Anniversary by exploring the Gulf Shores of Alabama, a beach area we’ve actually never visited. 

It was an incredible summer and I was refreshed. I was ready to change the world again as a high school counselor at a large inner-city high school. We were exiting a pandemic and students were returning to in-person learning. Many struggled mightily over the last couple of years, but we were poised to bring them back to normalcy.

That was, until the next mask mandate came. Just a few weeks into the school year. I was befuddled. I had done everything right. Vaccinated at the first opportunity. Wearing a mask, following recommendations and washing my hands diligently. 

My renewed energy from the summer was boosted by the return to school without masks, able to see the smiles and sadness and excitement and frustrations on students’ faces as they shared their journeys with me from the past year and a half. Things were challenging, for sure, but things were moving forward and the prospect of positive change impassioned our efforts.

Then came an abrupt halt in that spirit—a new, updated mandate came down for our district that we would be returning to masks.

My motivation dropped immediately. My spirit waned. My effort, saddened.

Back to masks?!? Nooooo!!!!!

Whether it was the right thing to do or not did not matter to me at the time. I’m not one for political conversations. I had no agenda. I was simply tired of having to wear a mask and I was under the impression we were going to be free of them.

Within a week, I was exhausted and it appeared everyone else was too. That was about two months ago. Not much has changed for us. Except that we are more exhausted than ever.

The year has brought more challenges than ever. Students are not only behind academically due to missing school, but also two years of social and emotional development. TikTok challenges encouraging students to tear apart school bathrooms and facilities. Students releasing their aggression and pent up frustrations on each other. Parents, distraught and at a loss for how to help their children. Mental Health support is overloaded.

Yes, students and parents are dealing with the after effects of going through (and still going through) a pandemic, but so are the leaders. The administrators. The teachers. The support staff. Everyone of them have had to experience the pandemic for themselves and have made their best effort to guide others through as well. 

I recently attended a conference for high school counselors. My hope this year was to find some motivation, some inspiration to keep on keeping on. Out of nine sessions, I attended four or five on burnout or self-care or the like. Unfortunately, the answers were all pretty much the same. Keep doing what you are doing. 

I was already doing everything I knew to do. Except for physical activity. 

My energy had waned. I had been intending to work out for quite some time. In my head. I just couldn’t get my heart to go along with it. 

Now, thanks to those sessions, I have jogged three out of the last five days and did another workout at school led by our great JROTC instructors. I believe it will help.

The vaccine was recently approved for children ages five to eleven. I’m hearing about a lot of hesitancy. I totally understand even though it has been approved by the FDA and the CDC. But, that also makes me feel less hope that this pandemic will end any time soon.

Thus, my feelings of despair continue. 

What does one write about when they lose inspiration? What should I share? 

My reality. This is where I’ve been and why I have lost much motivation.

Not to mention that others have it much worse than I do. 

My wife, for instance, has been dealing with the aging of her parents. The last six months have been a challenge as the family has had to make difficult decisions together on how to best care for them. It has been overwhelming for her and the family.

Many people working in different fields have had to endure much more than education. I can’t even imagine working in healthcare right now. Yet, my 16 year old daughter has been doing that as an STNA at a nursing home while taking college classes as a high school junior, preparing to graduate a year early.

She had her own challenges coming through this pandemic and she has been incredibly resilient while also helping to care for her aging grandparents as much as possible. She has held it together and continued much success. She is an incredible young lady.

I suppose that is where I look for my encouragement. And maybe where we should all look. 

The bright side. The things for which we have to be thankful.

No matter how challenging, there are always bright spots and reasons to be thankful.

I am thankful for a supportive wife who always tries to make me feel better. I am thankful for my middle daughter who is working full-time as a PTA at twenty years of age and attending full-time at OSU to earn a bachelor’s in Criminology online. She is paying for school out of pocket, with no loans. 

My oldest daughter recently transitioned back to Ohio, completed a new EFDA certification in the Dental Assisting field, became a lead dental assistant with her dentist, and moved into her own place (twice) during the pandemic. 

They have all been incredibly resilient during a very difficult time, all working in the healthcare industry. 

I am thankful that I haven’t lost a job. I am thankful that I’ve been able to maintain present employment and continue to serve our community. I am thankful that my relationship with my wife is as strong as ever. I am thankful that I was able to still release my personal memoir (two years in the writing, 48 years in the making) during the pandemic.

I am thankful that my God has never left me. I am thankful to be his chosen son. I am thankful for eternal salvation that I get to experience every day. I am thankful for God’s provision to help us get out of debt during the pandemic and I am thankful for a future that I knew He holds for me.

While times may be tough, we don’t lose hope if we remember how thankful we are for the good things in our lives.

What do you have to be thankful for? What actually went well for you during the pandemic? What have you overcome to be where you are today?