Kurt and Barbara Haas
April 29, 1972

The Miracle Wedding

Celebrating 51 years of marriage and ministry in 2023!

Written in 1973

Philippians 4:19 - “But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” What does this verse really mean? It does not say, “He might supply all your need”; it says, “He shall!”

When Barbara and I became engaged on Valentine's Day of 1972, we knew in our hearts, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that our coming together was of the Lord. That for itself was a miracle!

When I told my boss and all my friends that I was getting married, I shocked the daylights out of them; they did not even know I was going with a girl. As a matter of fact, I even surprised myself how everything developed so quickly, but when you have the Lord as Host and Manager of your life, you just have to stand by and marvel at the way He works!

We had a great deal of good Christian people who gave us all kinds of advice and reasons we could not afford to get married. Humanly speaking, they were so right—we could not! Neither of us had any spare cash. Since Barbara's parents were living over one hundred miles away, and since she was a preacher's daughter with no money, we both had to learn to trust wholly in the Living God to supply our needs. We also learned to put Hebrews 11:6 into practice, for it says, “But without faith, it is impossible to please Him.” We really had to learn to believe that “He is” and that “He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him.”

Well, the word got around very quickly that we were getting married. I got kind of worried and my human reasoning got in the way so many times that I even lost weight over it, but the Lord had to show me what faith really is.

Barbara was working as a church secretary in Lorain, Ohio, where she had been employed for two and a half years. Some friends told her of a girl who had a wedding gown, so she asked her if she would consider renting her gown for that special day. To Barbara's amazement, the gown fit her perfectly and she was honored to have it loaned to her free of charge! That was our first blessing.

There are so many things you have to take care of in planning for a wedding. To save money, I wrote my sister in Switzerland and asked her to buy the rings over there and send them to us. We really got nervous when they did not come as soon as we expected them, but we believe the Lord just tried our patience. When they finally came, we were relieved and so happy to see that the Lord was on the move. Much to our surprise, my sister mentioned in her letter that the rings were a wedding gift from her and her husband!

Among other things, we had to choose our wedding invitations. My friend, who is a professional printer, told us he would sell us some at a good price. Being a Child of the King, I believe in going first class, but when Barbara looked at those invitations, she must have been on “Cloud Nine,” because she picked one of the most expensive prints. Yet again, we could see the Hand of the Lord working. Two weeks before our wedding, my friend said, “My wife and I have been wondering what we could give you as a wedding gift and we decided to give you the invitations!”

Then we started to look around for a wedding cake; the prices we saw almost made us run! One evening, a Spanish friend of mine told me that his friend was a baker, so we went and asked him what he could do for forty dollars. The funny part was that the baker did not even know us, but my friend explained that we did not have much money, so he offered to pay twenty dollars out of his own pocket and make us a cake for two hundred people. As you can imagine, we really rejoiced over that!

Now, the next day, we received a phone call from a lady I had met at a prayer meeting nine months previous. Barbara and I picked up the extension phones and listened as she told us that she heard we were getting married and that she was a professional caterer. She said the Lord had laid it upon her heart to bake us a wedding cake!! We were so surprised that neither of us could talk for a minute. Then I caught myself and asked her if she realized how many people we were expecting. She said she was well aware of that fact. We immediately called up the baker and canceled the other cake, rejoicing in the Lord as we did so.

Many times we got so worried over things which seemed impossible in the natural and even tried to “help the Lord out,” but the Lord really began to teach us things. It seemed that every time we went to a church, the preacher would preach from the text of Matthew 6:25-30. Obviously, the Lord was trying to tell us something. This happened for about a month and a half. The funny part was whenever we even turned the radio on, the preacher took his text from Matthew, chapter six; so we knew without a shadow of a doubt that the Lord wanted us to trust Him more.

The church in which we were to be married offered to pay for the altar flowers and loaned us their kneeling altar and also all the candles we needed. More than that, to our surprise, when Barbara went to pay for the rest of the flowers, the pastor's wife came running and told her that the church had already taken care of all the flowers!

Since our wedding was in the morning, we had to make arrangements to feed all the people and also put out-of-town guests up overnight. We really began to get shaky, but then we remembered—trust the Lord!

Rev. Ross, who is the Teen Challenge Director, was very kind to let us have the “Koffee Haus” as a reception hall if we promised to have it cleared for the “Koffee Haus” session in the evening. Since a caterer was beyond our budget, we asked a few ladies if they would like to prepare the food. They were more than pleased that we asked them; about ten different ladies donated not only their time, but also all the food! The variety was great; it included baked beans with frankfurters, different kinds of sandwiches, salads, desserts, coffee, punch, et cetera. You name it and we had it! It was like a smorgasbord!

Three ladies volunteered to stay behind during the wedding to decorate the place for the reception. From being in the professional restaurant and hotel business, I can say, a caterer could not have done such a nice job. There was that warm, personal touch behind it all.

Since there were not enough chairs, we had to think of renting some, but again the Lord came on the scene and answered our prayers. A man came and donated just enough chairs and tables two weeks prior to the wedding. My best man told me he never saw anything like it—neither did we!

Before I forget, we had to have a blood test for the marriage license. A doctor, who was a good friend of mine, gave it to us as a wedding gift. This same man also put Barbara's parents up overnight. It seemed like the Lord made us get married!

Two ladies from the church made three shawls for the bridesmaids and one special one for the bride; all were custom made! Also, the flower basket for the flower girl was decorated, filled with flowers, and loaned to us free of charge!

We knew that if all the people we invited would go to the reception, they would have a parking problem, so I asked the funeral director across the street from us if we could use the parking lot for our guests. He said that I could if he did not have any funerals on that day. God saw to it that we got the parking lot. It was quite a miracle, because he never let anybody else use it before.

Since our wedding was not a sad occasion for us, we arranged some gospel music and lots of spiritual food from the different ministers who were present.

Our photographer was also a miracle sent from God. Since he had no studio of his own, his prices were very reasonable. He arranged a beautiful album of twenty-four, size 9 x 12 pictures, at approximately one-third the price of a regular photographer!

To top it off, we went on our honeymoon to Kelley's Island in Lake Erie, a beautiful resort area. Living quarters, including a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom were rented to us for a whole week for only thirty dollars! No one can believe us when we tell them the price we paid. The groceries for that week were given to us by Teen Challenge.

We can truly say that God is still a God of miracles. People in the world shake their head when we tell them, but we know in Whom we have believed!

With all that happened to us while preparing for the wedding, we came to the point where we knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that we HAD to get married or we'd be out of God's will.

The miracle wedding story goes further. Get this! Two weeks before meeting Kurt for the first time, I had come to the point in my life where I could no longer bare the loneliness. It seemed like every time I went out in the car alone, I would wind up crying, feeling so lonely. So I cried out to the Lord in desperation, saying, “Okay, Lord. You know how much I want to serve you. I have given my life in full-time service to you.” (This was after graduating Bible school. I was now living with a retired missionary, serving in full-time ministry on a church staff.) I said, "Either you take this loneliness from me so I can minister effectively to those around me or you send me a husband!" And just to put a punch in my point, I added, “And, Lord, I don't care if you have to send me someone from the other side of the earth. I'm NOT going chasing after anyone.” To prove my point, I wore my grandmother's engagement ring to keep any wrong guys away.

Well, two weeks later, a mutual evangelist friend brought this guy to church from the other side of the earth (Switzerland). They had him give his testimony during the service. I heard how he had graduated from Teen Challenge in Brooklyn and thought to myself, "I'm sure this guy has had a rough life." During the altar service, the evangelist and pastor brought him over to where I was playing the piano for altar service, to introduce him to me, saying, "Hey, Barbara. This guy would make a good husband for you."

My face turned blood red. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to crawl inside the piano! "The nerve of them, trying to tell me what God wanted for me!" Besides, this guy looked like he'd been around the block a few years and was even graying along the bottom of his hairline. I figured he'd probably already been married and had kids running around somewhere and being a Teen Challenge graduate, there was no telling what kind of a life he'd lived. Worse yet, he was a foreigner with a funny accent. Of course beforehand, they made sure he sat right up front, directly under my nose and, for sure, had him come to the platform to give his testimony.

A cupid move like that only drove me further away. I knew God didn't need anybody else to work out his plan for my life…or at least I thought I knew. Because the very next day, as I was walking through the sanctuary to go up into the mimeograph room to run off the church bulletin, I was drawn to the place in the front pew where Kurt had been sitting the night before and fell to my knees sobbing, being flooded with a heavenly, overwhelming assurance that this strange man would one day become my husband. It was such a sacred moment, I didn't tell anyone about it. Being as thick-headed as I was, God saw fit to bless me with a second experience of overwhelming assurance as I was at the altar praying another time, several weeks later. That time, I broke out in laughter that everyone could hear. (Now, mind you, that was long before the laughing revival hit!)

About a year after we met, Kurt asked me if I could put together some resources he could share with the children who came to his Thursday night at the movies with Uncle Mario outreach. I spent quite a bit of time collecting Bible stories, songs and memory verses for him to use. Then I drove the one hour into Cleveland on my day off work at the church. There was no Interstate 90 at that time. I parked across the street from Teen Challenge where Kurt worked. He came out, got in the car and showed me the way to the safer, back alley parking lot.

As we walked into Teen Challenge, he put his arm around my shoulder. Instantly, I drew back, taken by surprise. But hang on; it got worse. Once inside the building, he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Startled, I gave him a slap on the side of his face. Can you believe he not once mentioned a desire to look at the folder of children's materials I had so painstakingly put together for him. A friend handed him money and said, "Go, take her out to eat" so off we went to a German restaurant so he could introduce me to wienerschnitzel. I was so nervous I could hardly eat anything and wound up taking most of my dinner home. The date didn't end there. Back at Teen Challenge, Kurt sat me down and began drilling me with questions. I mean he was throwing questions at me so fast I could hardly answer one before he was already asking me another. I felt like I was being interrogated by the F.B.I. You better believe, with my mom's help, I was ready the next time we met, armed with over a hundred questions for him.

It was obvious he was older than I was so the first question I asked was if he'd been married before. He quickly responded, "Yes."

So I asked him, "What was her name?"

He said, "Ann" and told me he was so drunk when he married her that he couldn't remember what happened. Then he began telling me this sob story of how his wife had died in child birth. He didn't crack a smile so, not knowing him, I believed him. Then, seeing my gullibility, he started laughing and said, "Sorry. I was just joking." By then, I was ready to kill him but, instead, went on with my long list of questions which he patiently answered, being fully aware he well deserved the comeback.

You see, I was the youngest in my family and had seen my older siblings experience horrid relationships. I wanted no part of that. I promised God that I would marry no one without my father's AND pastor's one hundred percent approval.

I decided, before this went any further, it was time to bring Kurt to Dad because it was his turn for the infamous interview with the ex-cop. Kurt was shaking in his boots over that thought when he learned the story of the previous suitor Dad put through a 3-hour interview which sent him off into an all-night tizzy where he wanted to commit suicide afterwards! I had to spend the night praying with that guy, cooling him off so he wouldn't do something stupid. (By the way, he did make it. Today he's a missionary, married to a different Barbara. He just had the wrong Barbara. LOL!!!) The story gets juicier when you understand my dad was a formidable, retired NYPD veteran with a really screwy NYC accent. The only thing he was missing for that interview was his nightstick!

To make a long story short, Dad looked up from the kitchen table and said, “I don't need to interview him because he's the perfect guy for you.” What a confirmation! I hadn't told Dad how God had already assured me two times that Kurt would be my husband.

Next, we headed to pastor's office. Now, if you thought Dad was a tough one, you just hadn't met Pastor Smith. It was like he could see straight through people and he had no qualms telling them what he thought about them. He'd already shown many people the door. He didn't mince words and wasn't one to mess around with anyone. Well, it happened again. The only words out of his mouth were, “Barbara, I don't need to interview this guy. I already know he's the right one for you.” So, you see, I like to tell everyone we HAD to get married.

We began writing letters back and forth. His were quite interesting because he was pretty new at English so wrote phonetically with a British accent because he had learned English while working in the Channel Islands in England. We had only had that one date and I was going to Teen Challenge to help in their office on my days off. The relationship didn't seem to be going anywhere because we were each heavily involved in separate ministries.

Finally, I wrote Kurt telling him this didn't look good, my running to Cleveland all the time. It looked like I was chasing after him. I told him I wouldn't be coming to see him again until he came to see me. I didn't want this to become a one-way relationship. After some wait, a letter came, telling me he was coming my way so I decided to plan a really nice meal we could all share with the retired missionary I lived with. Looking through my cookbook, I figured, "What could be more fitting than Swiss steak!"

When Kurt arrived, I learned to my horror that he had borrowed a car from a co-worker and driven without an American driver's license. When I told him I found a special recipe for him, he said, "There's nothing Swiss about Swiss steak."

The retired missionary spoke up and said, "Shame on you! You should know how hard she worked to prepare this meal for you."

Again, we both became very busy in separate ministries. Finally, Kurt wrote me, asking me to come, see him because he needed to talk with him. I was unaware he intended to break off our relationship. The day came for our visit. He seemed very serious this time. He sat me down and after a short while talking decided it was time to let me know what he'd decided. However, when he opened his mouth, what he said didn't come out the way he'd intended. Instead, he asked, "Will you be my secretary?"

Knowing what he really meant, I readily said, "Yes." Later, we finally realized it was Valentine's Day, a really special day for a marriage proposal.

The word quickly got out. The cupid evangelist told us he could only fly in two months later to marry us because that was the only opening on his calendar. Both of us were working in full-time ministry, me at the church and Kurt at Cleveland Teen Challenge, so that left us barely any time to “plan” a wedding. Instead, God miraculously threw it all together. I was "paid" so little working at the church, leaving me no money for a wedding. Kurt was “paid” $10 a week, working at Teen Challenge, his parents were divorced and living overseas, totally unable to help, and my parents were in full-time ministry, totally unable to help. We sat back in amazement, watching God work one mind-boggling miracle after another.

Over and over again, as the wedding day grew closer, it seemed everywhere we turned, whether in church or on the radio, we'd hear a preacher reading from Matthew, chapter 6:

25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
28 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
29 and yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Over and over again, God provided one need after another: Wedding invitations, wedding rings, wedding gown and veil, wedding flowers, wedding candles, reception hall, reception parking lot, reception tables and chairs, wedding cake, reception food, reception plates and serviceware, accommdations for family. Even the cost for a blood test required back then and a week's worth of canned goods and meat for the Kelly's Island honeymoon was donated.

We had a packed house at the wedding with about 300 guests. There was such a powerful presence of the Lord that our little, 3-year-old ring bearer started to cry. Kurt reached into his pocket, as we were kneeling before the minister, and handed the little boy his handkerchief. Later, when the boy's mother asked why he cried, he told his mother he felt God there. There was a message in tongues, crowning the service with God's Presence.

To put the icing on the cake, a prayer group of ladies (whom I didn't even know) put out a basket they called “Mario's basket,” to collect donations to help send Kurt to see his parents who hadn't seen him since he'd found the Lord. We wound up flying to Switzerland for a second honeymoon just before Kurt returned to finish Bible school where I earned my Ph.T. (putting hubby through). It was a dream of a lifetime! I was still the age where I could fly using the special Youth Fare, which was dirt cheap in those days.

I love telling these stories because they boost people's faith but mostly boost my own faith. We need to remind ourselves of God's faithfulness, just like David encouraged himself in the Lord because, in our human frailty, it's far too easy to forget all the things the Lord has done.

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