Reformed Baptist Fellowship

My Dad Delivers Pizza

In Reformed Baptist Fellowship on February 3, 2009 at 8:43 pm

Saturday evening I drove out in the middle of a Michigan January blizzard to pick up my family’s evening meal at Domino’s Pizza.  While waiting at the counter, I heard behind me the parlor door swing open, and in blew the Domino’s Pizza delivery man carrying his empty pouches.  Our eyes locked.  He looked a bit embarrassed.

It was Justin.  Justin is a thirty-something father of three daughters.  For years he’s been a successful construction entrepreneur, but apparently the recession has choked his business.  So now, he’s delivering pizzas at night.

Before he could think to himself: “I’ll bet Pastor Chanski thinks I’m such a loser”, I shouted, “You’re a great man, Justin!  When I was young like your kids, my dad used to work three jobs to keep clothes on our backs, food on our table, and a roof over our heads.  And there’s no man I respect more in the whole world than my dad!  He did whatever it took to take care of us.  That’s what you’re doing for your girls.  You’re a great man!”

Justin’s changed face told me he wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

Times are tough, not only in Michigan, but all over the country.  We financially challenged fathers can keep up our courage by considering our grand roles as imaging our Heavenly Father to our little ones.

“Your Father knows what you need, before you ask Him.   ‘Pray, then, in this way: ‘Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. . .  Give us this day our daily bread . . .'” (Matthew 6:8-9, 11).

“Or what man is there among you, when his son shall ask him for a loaf, will give him a stone?  Or if he shall ask for a fish, he will not give him a snake, will he?  If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him” (Matthew 7:9-11).

As image bearing Fathers, we’re fundamentally to be providers – not fulfilled self actualizers, not esteemed business owners, not corporate heavy hitters, not sharp automobile drivers, not stylish clothing wearers.  We’re to be providing bread winners who sweat from our brows (Genesis 3:17-19), caring for the needs of our wives and their babies.

These hard times help us get back to the basics of true manly and godly nobility.  Edgar Guest hosted an cheering radio program in Detroit from 1931 to 1942, through the heart of the Great Depression.  His poem provides perspective for many in 2009:


Used to wonder just why Father

Never had much time to play,

Used to wonder why he’d rather

Work each minute of the day.

Boys are blind to much that’s going

On about them every day,

And I had no way of knowing

What became of Father’s pay.

Father didn’t dress in fashion,

Sort of hated clothing new;

Style with him was not a passion;

He had other things in view.

All I knew was when I needed

Shoes I got ’em on the spot;

Everything for which I pleaded

Somehow Father always got.

Wondered season after season

Why he never took a rest,

And that I might be the reason

That I never even guessed.

Saw his cheeks were getting paler,

Didn’t understand just why;

Saw his body growing frailer,

Then at last I saw him die.

Rest had come – his task was ended,

Calm was written on his brow;

Father’s life was big and splendid,

And I understand it now.

“Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13).

You’re a great man, Justin!

Mark Chanski

  1. This post was very encouraging to me. I’m actually going through, essentially, the same thing, except for my business is actually food delivery. It has been painful to sacrifice mid-week fellowship but absolutely necessary. I took a step of faith last night and took a night off to wrestle and play ball with my toddler triplets and that was a warm blanket to my soul.
    Thanks for the encouragement pastor.
    I would like to link this post on my blog and maybe post the poem if it’s ok with you all.
    God bless.


  2. Thanks for this post. I’m a pastor who needed to resign last summer. I’m delivering pizza. My wife has taken on jobs with horrible hours which she really doesn’t enjoy at all. This isn’t where we wanted to be at this time in our lives, but I have every confidence that it is where God wants us.

    In my job delivering pizza, I have contact with people who I would have never met if I were still pastoring. Several of my co-workers are Moslems who are here on green cards. I am learning so much about them and from them; I also enjoy them greatly. Of course, I’m trusting God to use me in their lives in eternally significant ways.

    When people I know come into the restaurant I go out to meet them. I can see that they feel something for me; embarrassment, sorrow… I don’t know. But I am grateful for this job and while I need to make a little more to make ends meet, I’m hoping I don’t have to give this job up for a while anyway.

    Pizza anyone?

  3. Marcelo please feel free to post this blog on your site. Please include our address


  4. Thank you. I will make sure the address is on it with a recommendation to the site. Your site is one I want people to visit regularly.
    Thanks again.

  5. This story reminds me so much of my father and of the responsibilities which he passed along to me. Although my father was not a Christian, I do long to be able to emulate some of this traits. Hard work, dedication, and steadiness were never dirty words to my dad and along with these character traits and his love for his family are something that I seek to live out.

    Thanks for this post.


  6. It only demonstrates exactly where there is will theres a means. Continue attempting. If I look confused it is because Now i’m considering. Samuel Goldwyn 1882 1974

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