Wednesday 3 June 2020

Canadian Chronicles Chapter 4 - Spiraling Down



Rick, Janine, Jacob and David Allen Jordan
Much needed reinforcements from Down Under
As we entered 1995 with Scripture Union, all we needed now was someone, other than me to run the Durham project, as my hands were full trying to spread myself across all the various SU Canada needs. For the first time, since we had started with SU it looked like we might have the makings of a ministry that had potential to grow and reach out meaningfully to young people and encourage all age groups to read the Bible daily. We began the year with a sense of optimism and hope.

I had been scouring the SU world for potential staff members who, would not need to be trained from scratch, would be a self-starter, and could lead the team in the role of Durham Director. Towards the end of 1994 I was talking to Rick Allen Jordan, an Australian, from New Zealand. I had sent Rick a video, explaining what we were trying to do in the Durham Region Pilot Project (DRPP). Rick had worked for SU in Australia and then New Zealand for several years and had the kind of background that I was looking for. He came well recommended by SU New Zealand. On my recommendation, the Board made the decision to hire him. We somehow found the money to pay for Rick, his wife Janine and their two boys to make their way over from New Zealand.  

Once Rick and Janine were settled in, it was time for me to start orienting Rick to the work in the Durham Region. I had to introduce him to the Durham Region SU Committee, chaired by Nancy Smail. We also had our summer ministry activities to plan and work towards, so there was no shortage of opportunities to get him exposed to the various components of the DRPP.

Billy Graham was coming to Toronto in June of that year to run a week long crusade at the Skydome. The organizers were looking for a Children’s Captain and SU was approached to see if we could fill that role. I was a bit mystified by the title, but it sounded like a good opportunity for SU and what a privilege to be on the outreach team of a Billy Graham crusade, so I accepted the request. As it turned out it was a big deal. The Children’s Captain had to train the hundreds of volunteers that it was expected would be needed to counsel the children who might come forward when Billy made an appeal at the Saturday morning kid’s program. We had to teach them how to lead a child to Christ. Ouch – I was not sure I was in that league, but I was stuck with it now, so got on with it. I vividly remember the night at Willowdale Baptist Church when I shared with a few hundred volunteers how to lead a child to Christ.

Billy Graham Toronto Crusade 1975 - Sold out
crowds every night. It was a privilege to
be part of the team
We attended most nights of the crusade, attended by sold out crowds. The Sky dome was filled to capacity, with people overflowing onto the field in organized groups most nights, leaving little room for folks coming to the front to be counselled at the end of the evening. Sometimes there were tens of thousands of people standing outside watching the program from big screens.  Billy Graham was ill for the first half of the week but was well enough to speak at the Teens evening to a capacity crowd. He arrived at the podium wearing a suit and tie and said, “They told me tonight that I had to dress like a teenager, so I did. I wore just what I felt comfortable in – a suit and tie”. The stadium, mainly filled with teens, erupted into a standing ovation for at least five minutes. It was a wonderful moment.

On the Saturday morning it was the Kid’s Program. The total attendance was about 20,000, mainly kids and parents. I and our team of a few hundred counsellors, were pumped and ready for action. When it came time for the appeal, we could not believe our eyes. At least 6000 kids stood up and came forward. Our carefully planned one on one counselling sessions went out the window as each volunteer was swamped by 20 – 30 kids each. The noise all around was deafening. Meaningful conversations were out of the question. Despite all the chaos and confusion, it felt like these kids were sincere in their desire to follow Jesus. I trust that many of those kids, now adults, are faithfully following the Lord today and leading their own kids to follow him. Being part of the 1995 Billy Graham Crusade Toronto has been one of the highlights of my life to date.

Staff Retreat (L. to R.) Nan Ford, Tara Bailey, Elaine Martins,
Dianne Forrest Chan, Lynn Ellis, Rob Cornish,
Nellie Cotnam, Dan Ryan. 
Each year, we had a staff retreat at which we set our goals and coordinated our plans for the year ahead. Dan Ryan had been a volunteer with us at beach missions and single parent family camps. His particular skill with kids was as a magician. He had an impressive performance and kids loved his presentations. In 1995 Dan was with us at tbe Salvation Army Conference Center at Jackson’s Point. We also had John Dean, the SU International Training Director with us. We had finished our work for the day, when someone suggested we all go down to the Airport Vineyard for the evening to enjoy the program and worship. That evening the theme of the speaker was that they were asking God to release creative gifts into people’s ministries. Dan went forward and was prayed for. He subsequently started a ministry under SU’s banner called Creative Ministries,  which Lynn Ellis then adopted in BC, as she also had many creative talents and drama skills. Julia, our daughter and her two friends Karmen Giesbrecht and Sheena Stevens joined Dan’s team. The girls were 15 or so. Dan would take them to various presentations, and they would run VBS programs. This program eventually died when the girls all took off for universitys, with Dan continuing on his own. Also, that evening, at the Airport Vineyard, John Dean, a staunch Baptist, and not very enamored with the “Vineyard approach” went forward to be prayed for. I happened to walk past him while this was happening, and it was a hilarious sight. Each prayer team had two people, one to pray and one to catch those who might be slain in the spirit, which was clearly expected. Well, there was this rather comical vignette; John was staunchly standing his ground. He was not going down that was for sure. He was accompanied by the prayer team both of whom, were drunk in the spirit. They were on their feet, but only just, as they bobbed and weaved trying to stay upright. It looked like they might fall at any minute. The Airport Vineyard was a phenomenon which attracted its fair share of controversy, but I saw enough good coming out of it in individual’s lives that I am certain God was working, sometimes in extraordinary ways.

Creative Ministries  - the
official poster
Creative Ministries - Karmyn Giesbrecht,
Sheena Stevens, Julia Cornish 



 In 1995 we ran our third beach mission at Sandbanks Provincial Park at the main beach hoping for a bigger crowd. This time the team stayed in the group campsite and we aimed to run our program on the beach and the nearby amphitheater. The week was going well, but around the Thursday morning  Brent Thompson, a good friend from our church and member of our team,  who was about 40 at the time, was running to get to a team meeting and suffered a severe heart attack and died despite our best efforts to revive him. Brent’s wife Carol was with us along with their three sons aged 10 and under. I remember sitting with 10-year-old Nathan, outside the hospital while he wailed “my Dad has died, and I’ll never see him again”. It was a blow that we never recovered from. We packed up that day and left and never went back. This awful event had completely knocked the stuffing out of us. Brent’s death seemed to mark a turning point. We were shaken to the core and it took a lot out of us to regroup and get back on track. Unfortunately, this seemed to be the beginning of a slow downward spiral.


1996 Travels - SU Regional
Conference, Ecuador
1996 Travels - I got stand
astride the Equator in Ecuador


1996 Travels - with Rose and Roy in
Bogota, Columbia
1996 Travels - Hong Kong and Singapore
on a Staff Development Program


























In the words of our June 1996 newsletter, “1996 it was turning out to be one of those years one would rather skip over if given a chance”. What was happening in 1996?

In March of that year I attended the SU America’s Regional Conference near Quito in Ecuador, which was a good start. I got to stand with one foot on either side of the Equator which was a novelty. It was another good meeting and I felt privileged to be having these travel opportunities. At that time, Rose and Roy were working with Wycliffe in Columbia. I was so close, I decided to add on a leg to Bogota to visit them for a few days. In those days Colombia was heavily into its civil war, the drug lords ruled, and kidnappings were common. I felt safe enough in the big city with Rose and Roy, but there was always an uneasy feeling that I could easily be mistaken for an American Gringo who might fetch a handsome ransom. The one time we were downtown Bogota which has a large, modern city core. We noticed a large old church a few blocks off the main street and decided to go and investigate. As we left the hustle and bustle behind, a man approached us, shaking his finger vigorously and chased us back. It turned out, later that we were wandering into a high crime area where a pack of street kids could attack and strip you down to your underwear in minutes, before disappearing back into the shadows.  We were grateful to have been warned off.

Linda van Leeuwen our Bible Reading Coordinator had left some time prior as she and her husband Neil, were moving to Cambridge for Neil’s work. We had gone back to selling our SU Notes as opposed to asking for a donation. This was showing signs of promise. Also we had begun to actively market the SU Sunday School material and we were meeting with some success. Earlier in the year I had invited Diane Forest Chan to join the staff to work on promoting our literature products. Diane was just getting settled in. I was at a Board Retreat, when I received a phone call to say that Diane and her daughter, Amanda, had been involved in a tragic car accident on the 401 and were both seriously injured. They had both survived, but their injuries were severe, and would require months of intense therapy to fully recover. This was another body blow, coming so soon after Brent’s death. I could feel my energy draining away. I began to talk to the Board about taking some time off for a Sabbatical.

Dianne Forrest Chan, husband Roger, and
daughter Amanda. 
Rick worked at the Durham Region Pilot Project for a couple of years, but it was hard going because we were building off of a close to zero base. Everything was new to Rick and most things we were trying were new. Rick and I also were different personalities.  Rick struggled to meet my expectations. He and I, it turned out had quite different work styles. Ultimately our differences led to him resigning SU in late 1996, even though I tried hard to make it work with him. This was a third body blow for me as I had pinned all my hopes for the future of SU fieldwork on this Area model concept. I could not face the prospect of continuing having to do all that I had on my plate and keeping the pilot project going too.

Lynne Ellis on Vancouver Island, had been doing a wonderful job, but had run into some health issues which had slowed her down a lot, and there was some question about whether she would be able to continue on. I began to feel that all I had worked towards for six years was adding up to naught.

This left me at the beginning of 1997 pretty much back at where we had started six years earlier. We had tried so many things and been going hard at it for so many years but nothing much sustainable had really come to fruition or worked out. Bible guide circulation continued to decline as our readership aged and we had stopped beach missions to try other things. Emotionally I was spent and exhausted and looking back I was approaching burn out if not already there. I decided it was time to call it quits and move on and reluctantly handed in my notice to the Board.

In my February 1997 newsletter to our supporters, I wrote, “ ..I have found that all my best efforts to recruit one or two key staff have come to nothing. This has left me with a feeling of helplessness and not being able to see my way forward for myself or SU. To cut a long story short I have decided to resign from Scripture Union. It has been a difficult decision because we have poured much of our lives into this work over 11 years. However, I am at peace about my decision. I now have to decide what to do next…”

The Board granted me a long notice period which gave me time to do some studying towards becoming a Financial Advisor. I was heartbroken at stopping ministry because this was all that I had ever really wanted to do.

Leaving SU was a difficult thing for me, but God is good. He gave me a job which I have thoroughly enjoyed for 18 years working with people, helping them to manage their financial pictures. It has been very satisfying. In SU my life had revolved around achieving things for God. The lesson I had to learn was that God is much more interested in us enjoying Him and vice versa than any achievements we can notch up for Him. This seems like a basic truth, but I guess I am a slow learner and God had to grind this false notion down on the rock of disappointment. Perhaps this is why God brought us to Canada, so that He could teach me this lesson. It was hard but I am grateful to Him who has taught me that He does not need my service so much as He desires my joyful relationship with Him.

I am delighted to see that 18 years after leaving SU, that the work is flourishing. Subsequent directors John Irwin, Rob Szo and now Lawson Murray have all done a great job of sustaining and developing SU as a viable ministry in Canada. Under Lawson Murray’s leadership, young people are being reached in increasing numbers with the gospel via sports camps. SU Bible Reading Guides are being written by Canadian authors and are available online via The Story.

Postscript – to my time with SU Canada.

Farewell - I was given a good send off by my fellow
workers had labored with me over six year. 
Julia, Cher, Elaine and Rob. I have
felt strongly supported by my three
girls in good and bad times. 
While going through my various papers to write this chapter, I found a letter that I had written to myself in 2012, fifteen years after having left SU Canada. I had had the benefit of time to heal some of the hurts I had felt at the time of my departure. For the record I include my synopsis below.

“Yesterday I read the various correspondence and papers pertaining to my time at SU Canada. It brought back a flood of memories, some good, some not so good.

My time at SU Canada was fairly typical for ministry I would say, combining a mix of blessings, along with a bunch of challenges along the way. It was a particularly challenging six years.

The way it ended in 1997 was not good. I had reached the end of my tether, having had a series of setbacks and hardships which pretty much finished me off. These included Diane Forrest Chan’s awful accident on the 401 and my working relationship with Rick Allen Jordan not working out. There was more, much more, but I honestly cannot remember what. I am sure my prayer diaries will shed more light. I was under severe stress, my memory was blanking out in big chunks and I realized that I needed to get out for my sake, if not for SU’s and the family’s sake.

I had resigned, and was working towards a transition of some sort, but then there was a Board meeting at which the staff, who typically attended, were asked to leave, including me. Alan Cairnie was bumped as chairman and there was a call from the Vancouver Island Committee for my immediate dismissal. Alan had been my strongest supporter. Sometime during that meeting the Board moved from being strongly supportive of me just a few months earlier, to managing my exit as peacefully as possible. That was very hurtful to me. I had given it my all and it hurt to be dumped so to speak. I had become expendable.

Even to this day, fifteen years later, I still feel the pain of that awful ending. Having said that, God is good and gracious, and He meets us where we are, lifts us up and puts us back on the path again. He has given me work which has been a great blessing to me. He has continued to use myself and Cher to be a blessing to others and for that we are grateful.

Life is an adventure and we cannot expect it all to be trouble free. God used my very trying time with SU Canada to teach me the value of grace, gentleness, and humility. I had come from South Africa flush with success and no doubt feeling a bit smug and self-satisfied. God needed to put me through a sifting time to teach me what I had been unable to learn any other way. At the end of the day I am thankful for that. These days I strive less and trust God more.

Rob Cornish, March 11th, 2012.



Canadian Chronicles Chapter 2 - Ramping Up


Rob, Elaine, Julia and Cher, shortly before
moving to Canada. 
Cheryl and I had been on staff with SU in South Africa from 1985 to 1990 in a town called East London. We had inherited from my predecessor a full complement of SU work which included weekly discipling groups in most of the English speaking elementary and high schools. We ran a variety of camps and holiday clubs (VBS) across the area and work had begun in the African schools in 1985 where we had camps and schools work developing. We also started an outdoor education camp in the middle of a small game park which gave us access to a wider group of youngsters. Along with that came opportunity for promoting our more gospel focused camps during the school holidays. With apartheid still firmly in place, SU in South Africa was ahead of its time in that across the country we were running multiracial camps called “Summer Specials”. This was new for SU, parents and campers and there were lots of stories to be told as we learned how to work together across the racial divide. It was fun but not easy as we worked with a variety of languages and at least two quite different cultures side by side. In among all this activity daily Bible reading was promoted to all age groups and SU guides were being used widely among the English-speaking Christian population.  

One of the pluses in our ministry in South Africa was that our children, Elaine and Julia grew up with gospel being enjoyed all around them as they moved with us from camp to camp and VBS to VBS. Their greatest heroes were the volunteer teenage leaders who helped us run these activities. By the time they were 9 and 11 they were seasoned campers and could lead and run pretty much any kind of activity we might have asked them to.   

Around mid-1989 I began to feel it was time to consider a move out of South Africa, where the political situation seemed intractable and hopeless. After some investigation it turned out that SU Canada needed the help of a Business Manager. This wasn’t my primary interest, but with my background as a Chartered Accountant I felt sure that I could do the job and there would be lots of opportunity to volunteer in other areas within SU in which I could help build the work. I visited the Toronto area in August of 1990, when I was offered the job by John Booker the then General Director.
John and Marg Booker did a great job of making us feel
welcome and getting us settled in Canada. 
 


I was now ready to start my job with SU Canada. The Pickering office was newly established a year or two earlier and I had never worked in such plush surroundings in a Christian ministry situation. I was a bit dismayed though when I learned that the accounting system was still all being done with manual ledgers. I had to brush up on my Bookkeeping 101 skills, but it did not take too long until we moved it over to a computerized system.

I learnt very quickly that SU Canada was a different animal to SU South Africa. In South Africa the work was about 90% focused on fieldwork ie outreach and discipling of young people, and 10% on Bible reading. In Canada it was pretty much the mirror image of that. Bible reading guide circulation had been steadily declining for years in the face of many other options and competing products. There were four or five beach missions going in Ontario and one in Manitoba.

SU has a wide range of Bible Reading material
covering all age groups
SU Canada was struggling. The circulation of Bible Reading Guides, once the backbone of what SU offered in Canada, had been declining for years. There was one remaining children’s worker, who was retiring in the year we arrived. The Chairman of the Board was due to retire within a year, with no obvious replacement in sight. John Booker, the General Director was discouraged and considering stepping down. He confided in me, early on, that he felt that taking me on to the staff was his last shot at getting things going well with SU Canada. Having come from a strong and thriving SU work in South Africa I felt sure that God had called Cheryl and I to Canada to help turn things around in SU Canada. In retrospect I see that God had other plans in mind.

In April 1991, soon after we arrived, Alan Cairnie, a retired government worker, who had taken up consulting for charities and other organizations and was a long time SU supporter,  approached John Booker and indicated he was concerned about SU and offered his services to help. This resulted in a bout of activity by the Board, John and I, and key volunteers, resulting in a Three-Year Plan in October 1991. I was particularly pleased that the three-year plan included a solid emphasis on developing the Children and Youth side of the work, which in my opinion was the heart of what SU stands for. In my opinion, Bible reading grows out of working with young people, not the other way around.  I was delighted that we were beginning to focus our effort where it was needed most.

When we arrived at SU, June Donaldson was on staff but retiring soon and was the Children’s Worker. Under her leadership the various beach missions were happening. In addition, she was overseeing the Quest Club for children, run by Nancy Ford, a volunteer, using the Quest and Key Notes. This was a pen club which corresponded with kids. from across Canada, who were using the Quest Bible reading guides for their daily devotions.  June approached Cher and I in the spring of 1991 and asked us to lead the Southampton Beach Mission which was SU’s flagship children’s activity and had been running for about 50 years. Having only been in the country a couple of months and never having directly run a beach mission we were a bit reluctant to accept but thought, “let’s give it a shot”.

Using the South African model as our template, we knew we needed the support of local churches in Southampton. Cher spent some time calling local pastors to invite them to a meeting and we took the long drive up to Southampton to gauge their support and encourage the churches involvement. We had a pleasant enough meeting with them, but the initial response to our call for volunteers and support in other ways, was somewhere between disinterested to non-committal. Eventually a couple of churches offered help with producing meals for our team which was a big help. No one objected to us being there, which was a plus. Cher and I, with June’s help started recruiting a team and set out learning how to run a beach mission. When the time came in July, we had a team of seven or eight ladies and me. This was not ideal as, in children’s work, boys do best with some male role models. We stayed in the house of a local SU supporter, who had kindly offered us the use of her home for the week. The local churches produced two meals a day for us, which was great. Attendance was not bad and we had a good time on the beach most days with 45 to 50 kids under the only shady tree on the beach.  We also initiated a teens program, which involved a bunch of wild games on the beach with 10 to 15 teens in the afternoons with a bit of a devotion thrown in as part of it. One of the novelties for us for the week, at the end of the day’s work, was swimming on the beach at 9pm, watching the sun go down, over a calm Lake Huron. Up until this point, our experience of large bodies of water, was a South African beach with big waves breaking onto the shoreline. We had made it through unscathed with big plans percolating for the following year.

Cher and I knew nothing about puppets
but we did manage to gather a crowd
to learn about them. 
We were now beginning to find our feet a bit and having lived through a year of SU’s calendar we began to initiate a few things from our South African experience which we thought might be helpful. In January of 1992, we organized a Leader’s Retreat at the Salvation Army center at Jackson’s Point. This was for all current or potential leaders of SU activities coming up in the Summer of 1992. It was a sleepover, which always adds to team building. I vividly remember the weather closing in on us as the retreat wrapped up and having to make a rather careful drive home.

Cher and I were looking for ways of giving SU more of a profile among churches and the Christian public as regards the children’s ministry. It seemed to us that lots of children’s work was using puppets to communicate with kids. Along with June Donaldson, we decided to run a Puppet Workshop in early April of 1992 in which participants would each make their own puppets and then give them some creative ideas on how to use them. We invited in a couple of “puppet experts” to present the workshop and were delighted when we had about eighty people turn up.

De Bron Conference Centre, Holland
In May of 1992, the SU International Conference was held at De Bron in Holland. I was nominated as one of the SU Canada representatives. The plan was for Cher to accompany me, but at the last-minute Julia, contracted mono and Cher was not able to come, which was a pity. The conference was attended by three or four hundred attendees from over a hundred countries. Each evening, there were representations from different Regions in the SU world. There was a lot of hilarity when SU USA and SU Australia, tried to claim that each country was larger than the other. They kept coming up with “fresh evidence” to bolster their claims, accompanied by much derision and laughter. One afternoon I was taking a walk along the nearby canal with a couple of other folks. Walking in front of us were two African men, from the Congo. They were observing the ducks in the canal and were having a very animated discussion in French. One of them turned back to our group and asked us; “Who do these ducks belong to?” Our answer was, “No one. They’re wild”. The next question was clearly from their background and context; “Well why isn’t anyone catching them and eating them?” From their perspective this was clearly the obvious thing to do.  Cross cultural work is not for the fainthearted. This story illustrated for me how the same set of facts can be so differently construed. The SU International conference was an eye opener to learn about all the different ways in which SU was seeking to achieve its two goals differently among the world’s global cultures and contexts. It also began to give me an understanding that Canada is not South Africa, and even though we speak the same language and enjoy a basic western culture, the context is different and so solutions and approaches may not be the same.

We returned to Southhampton Beach Mission the next year in July 1992 with a much bigger team, which stayed in the Anglican Church.  We had recruited George and Audrey Anderson. George had been our pastor in East London, South Africa, but his real claim to fame was that he had been a SU staff worker for several years prior to that, so knew the ministry model we were using. Rose and Roy joined us on the team and Durval and Mary Ann Medeiros from our church in Ajax. Each morning the team split to run two kid’s programs one in Southampton and one in Port Elgin about 20 kilometers away, but where they also had a popular beach. We also ran a family focused and teens program in the afternoons. Cheryl and I had one hilarious incident. We were explaining a game which went rather aptly by the name of Slaughter. It involved needing to put the “ball” in the “bowl”, within a confined area, while the other team tried to prevent that happening – no holds barred. No matter what we said or did, the teens were hearing our accents say ball and bowl as the same word. We finally got through, but we realized afresh that the English language is a many splendored thing. That was the year that SU worldwide was celebrating its 125th anniversary so we ran a final wrap up party to celebrate Canada 125 and SUs 125th at the same time.

Alan and Nan Cairnie, doing some
 kitchen crew work at Camp Ke-Mon-Oya
During the front end of 1992, we heard about a Christian camp, Camp Ke-Mon-Oya, near Apsley, that was looking to be taken over by a “worthy ministry”, that shared its objectives. This opportunity got the blood pumping faster in my veins. If there was any part of Christian youth ministry that turns my crank it is Christian camping. During my time with SU in South Africa, most major SU centers of the country had been acquiring or developing Christian camps, including the area we were in. Having one’s own campsite opens so many possibilities. I was a bit cautious though as running campsites is capital intensive and requires a different skill set to regular SU work. I approached the owners and we began to get to know each other. They invited me to join them for their training week to understand their philosophy and how the camp was run. Their whole approach was remarkably close to my own experience in South Africa. Was it possible that God was opening a new avenue of ministry for SU in Canada?

My job was on keeping the SU administration going, but my heart was on growing the fieldwork. I was realizing more and more though, that Canada was not South Africa. The situation was quite different. There were multiple ministries in Canada offering what SU alone did in South Africa ie camping, schools work, Holiday Clubs/VBS and Bible Guides. Schools work in Canada fell under IVCF, but Christian work in schools had almost been eliminated. At the end of that summer we decided to continue with Beach Missions as no other ministries were filling that space. We also decided that we would keep the discussion going with Camp Ke-Mon-Oya, and see what transpired, even though we did not have enough financial backing to seriously entertain the idea. As it turned out ultimately we decided that owning and running a Camp at that juncture would have stretched us beyond our financial and staff capacity. It was not too much later that we were delighted to hear that Young Life, who do excellent work with teens, had bought it.

Board members formally appointing Rob as General Director
Visible in the picture (left to right): Alan Cairnie,
Rob Cornish, Claude Simmonds, Michael White
In September of 1992 John Booker, the current General Director announced his retirement from SU and after stepping in as Acting GD the board appointed me to the position in January 1993. I was formally welcomed to the position at a Board Retreat at Camp Ke-Mon-Oya a few months later.

My load was now spread much wider than I had been used to, especially with having to think country wide and not knowing the country too well yet. The SU Board at the time was being chaired by Alan Cairnie. Alan did a great job of transitioning SU from one director’s leadership style to the next. Other Board members I remember at the time were Claude Simmonds, Ross Reid, Ruth Russel, and Michael White. Later additions were Nancy Smail, Paul White, June Wynne, Harold Murray, and TV Thomas.

SU is US one of our slogans,
captured the idea that SU
is primarily staffed by volunteers. 
In the office I appointed Nellie Cotnam to take over the reins of Administrator and Elaine Martins became Office Manager with Holly Blair continuing with looking after the subscription and ordering system. Nancy Ford used to come in a few days a week to run the Quest Club and did a wonderful job of it. Peter Burton was our man in the warehouse. His job was an all or nothing affair. When the SU notes arrived from UK, he would leap into action for about six weeks while he single-handedly packed and mailed about 18000 SU notes per quarter. The second six weeks of every quarter Peter would not have as much to do. I dreaded the day when Peter got sick as his was a pressure job. Well of course the time came when Peter announced that he was moving on. At that time, the budget was tight, so I asked Elaine to round up some volunteers from local churches, something we had never done. Well lo and behold from then on, each quarter we arranged a great group of 10 – 15 volunteers, from local churches, who came for 2 – 3 days in a row and we got the job done along with a lot of good fellowship. Each day we would have devotions and pray for the readers of the notes going out that day. All we had to do was feed them.

We were very much in experimental mode, looking for needs in the community that fitted with our SU goals but that were not being met by other ministries. At the De Bron Conference there was much discussion about SU doing Family ministry. Taking a leaf out of this book, we decided to try working with single parents and their children. In the early summer of 1993, we ran a Single Parent Family Camp at Camp Ke-Mon-Oya. This went down well, but it was a stretch for us as very few of the attendees could pay their own way and it was difficult to cover costs. Nevertheless, this was a ministry option we decided to pursue and in fact ran a second camp at a different campsite a year later. We could see that the camp was meeting a need, but we didn’t have the financial means to sustain it and dropped the idea.

I had been lobbying the Board for some time to implement a pilot project in Durham Region, where we lived and where our office was. The thinking was based on the South African model whereby decentralized geographic areas, pursued the objectives of SU within their own context and situations. Each area was financially independent, had their own locally recruited Committee to oversee the work and had a lot of latitude to pursue their own ideas and approaches. The Board agreed that we would make this the focus of our efforts moving forward, without losing our current emphasis of supplying Bible reading guides across the country. Once we had the Durham Region Pilot Project (DRPP) functioning well, it would act as a model which we could then use to apply to other areas of this massive country. Nancy Smail agreed to become the Chairperson of the DRPP and we recruited a committee around her.

We entered 1993 with the DRPP becoming our primary emphasis for the youth side of our ministry. After 1992 we stopped running the Southampton/Port Elgin beach mission. We felt the crowds and responsiveness were not there and we did not have the resources or people to spread our wings that far, in addition to, generating activity in the Durham Region during the short summer months.

Elaine, Julia and Elizabeth Castelli.
Summer buddies in 1993
One of the surviving beach missions from across the country was in Manitoba, being run on Lake Winnipeg. Elizabeth Castelli, a student at the time, was one of the team who remained interested in continuing. We decided to invite her to join us for the summer of 1993 as an intern for her to see how we were doing things in Durham and to be an extra pair of hands in running our Durham summer program. She lived with us for three months and was a great hit with our girls.

SU Sports, led by Bob Johnson - a big hit


John Booker had initiated discussions with Bob Johnson about running a baseball camp in the Durham Region and had run the first one while I was the Administrator. Bob was associated with Athletes in Action, an arm of Campus Crusade for Chris, now Power to Change. However, Bob also began operating under SU’s banner under the name of SU Sports. Bob was a real go getter, well connected in the sports world, and ran the first few summer sports camps without me being involved much. What pleased me greatly was that for the first time we were seeing young folks lining up to attend camps at which the gospel was being solidly presented. The camps were using the SU Camp Notes for the daily small group devotional time, along with encouraging them to sign up for receiving the ongoing Quest notes.  Eventually Bob left to go full time with Athletes in Action, but the idea was born and SU Sports is now a thriving and dynamic ministry.

Declining circulation of SU notes was an ongoing challenge. We were one of several good daily devotional guide options available to the public and it was hard to gain new readers, especially in an age when daily bible reading is increasingly going out of vogue. Many of SU’s “competitors” were available for “free”. Most of our loyal users were alumni from old beach missions or camps from way back. Or possibly they were immigrants from other countries where Scripture Union was strong, but we were not building new readers from the bottom up. Every year, our SU Notes readers were aging and dying off. What we were offering did not seem to capture the imagination of a new readership. Soon after I arrived at SU, the decision was made by the Board to offer the SU notes on a donation basis rather than a paid subscription basis. This was a financially risky decision, but it was hoped that people would be willing to donate more than they would pay for a subscription. As things turned out the outcome was a bit of a mixed bag and difficult to measure as to its success or not. In 1995, we decided to return to the certainty of paid subscriptions.

We tried several ways to attract new readers. We attended trade shows, home schooling conferences and so on, all to no avail. Our BRRs (Bible Reading Reps) in churches were our most faithful anchors for our circulation. Linda van Leeuwen, who was one of our beach mission team members, joined the staff part time with the sole purpose of contacting BRRs and looking for new ones. Despite our best efforts it did not help much. 

Sandanks Beach Mission Team T Shirt
We continued with trying other locations for Beach Missions. Sandbanks Provincial Parks, in Prince Edward County, was our next target area. The rationale was that it was only about an hour and a half east of Durham Region and felt very much like a natural fit for our growing base of Durham Region volunteers. Some of our key volunteers were young couples, like ourselves, who saw a beach mission as a fun way to spend a working holiday with their kids. Tim and Sophie Wright, Ron and Joan Giesbrecht, and Brett and Carol Thompson became some of our core leaders. From 1993 to 1995 we ran a program each year, starting at the West Lake beach and ending up at the main beach. This was a brand-new venture, so it was a lot of work exploring how to get it up and running. Our team lived in a local church and forayed onto the beach during the day. We ran hoe downs and campfires in the evenings with a reasonable attendance. I remember one night doing a gospel presentation around a campfire but was being heckled by a teenage boy. Eventually I pulled a $10 note out of my pocket and asked who would like it, “no strings attached”. Well the young heckler could not believe his luck and took me up on the offer and came down to receive it. Before I handed it to him, I asked, “this is yours for the taking, no strings attached, but is it yours yet?” He said “no, because I don’t have it in my hands yet”. I then explained that Jesus is offering us a gift of much greater value, but we must receive it before it is ours. He left $10 in hand, looking thoughtful. Who knows where that story ended for him?

Coming out of our contacts made at the Sandbanks Beach Mission, a local rural church asked us to help them run a VBS the following summer. Nancy Smail and I drove up one evening in the spring of 1994 to meet their team do some training for the upcoming program that summer. My car at the time was a Hyundai Pony. It drove fine but was a real rust bucket. For a couple of weeks prior to our trip, the car had been hesitating and stuttering. It needed the points adjusted, and it was on my list of good intentions to get it done, but I just had not got there. A few kilometers after leaving the church, in a dark rural area, the car stuttered, stalled, and then cut out. I had enough momentum to pull off on the side of the road. No amount of cranking on my part would persuade it to start. It was dark, we had no tools or light and we were stuck. The thought crossed my mind, “spending the night alone with Nancy, in this car is not going to look good”. Nancy much more practically cried out, “Oh Lord, please help us”.  Well lo and behold, the next thing we spotted a set of headlights approaching us. As he got closer, the driver of the car, a young man, for some reason crossed the road and drove up alongside me. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he said, “do you need any help?”. We explained the problem. He pulled over, approached our car, and said, “lift up the hood”. And then the most remarkable thing happened. In the complete and utter darkness, he put his hand under the hood, fiddled for a couple of minutes and then said, “that should work. Try and start it” I tried, the car fired up and we were good to go. Our rescuer then said, “you’ll be fine now” and cigarette in hand took off down the road. Nancy and I, dumbfounded, looked at each other and wondered if the Lord had sent a smoking angel to help us. To this day, I believe this has been my only encounter with an angel.

In line with our DRPP strategy, of becoming the “go to” Children’s ministry in the area, we also began to look for churches in Durham, who needed a bit of encouragement and help to run their own VBS program in partnership with SU. We persuaded our own Ajax Alliance Church to run a program and a great week was had in the summer running a “Community Celebration” program. This was good for the congregation to be actively engaged in outreach and a few kids came to the Lord which makes all the work worthwhile.

In the fall of 1993, I finally took a visit to the western provinces off of my list of good intentions and did a hopscotch dash from east to west starting in Manitoba, followed by Sasketchewan, Alberta and finally British Columbia. I was meeting with SU supporters and Bible Reading Notes users. It was a fruitful trip. In Regina, Saskatchewan I stayed with Annabel Robinson and her husband. Annabel was a professor at the university. She had sent in a very astute comment on some of the SU Notes on some fine point of theology and I was determined to meet her. It turned out that she had been an avid reader of SU Notes since her youth. I recruited her to be a writer of Notes, and much later, beyond my time she became a Board member. I then moved on to Alberta and stayed with Harold and Jacqueline Murray. Harold agreed to become the SU Rep for Alberta and later joined the SU Board, and ultimately became the Board Chair.

Lynn and Rod Ellis - good friends from our
early married years in Durban, South Africa
I then arrived in British Columbia and ended up on Vancouver Island, where I stayed with Lynne and Rod Ellis. They were friends of ours in our early married days in Durban, South Africa. Rod had been the Curate at our church. They were now pastoring a church in Victoria on the Island. During my stay there I discovered SU had a committee which met from time to time. This was a pleasant but totally unexpected discovery. Rod and Lynne and I went out for a meal and I was sharing my vision of establishing and expanding the pilot project concept across the country. Lynne’s response was, “well why don’t I set up a pilot project on Vancouver Island and then we’ll have one going in the East and one in the West”. Taken together with the fact that there was already a committee in place, this seemed like a word from the Lord. We decided that I would propose the idea to the Board. I returned home feeling that my foray out west had been very fruitful.

The Board were supportive of the Vancouver Island Pilot Project (VIPP) idea and I was back on the Island, a few months later in early 1994, where we ran a meeting to officially launch Lynne as the Area Director with the local committee to support her. At that meeting I made a speech, excerpts of which are below:

“… the purpose and nature of the pilot projects is as follows”
·        Small is beautiful
·        Defined geographic focus
·        Autonomous
·        Financially viable and self-supporting
·        Flexible and creative
·        Relevant to local needs. “

I then went on to “show” an imaginary slide show which depicted various true SU Canadian stories we had experienced in recent times:

·       “This is a picture of a young girl, about 10 years old. Her name is Sharon. She is reading the bible using the SU Quest Notes to guide her. She is totally absorbed and wishes she could do more than one days reading at a time. The Quest Notes were a gift from her Granny at Christmas. Her parents are thrilled that they have finally found something to encourage Sharon to read the bible every day.

·      Here you see Nan Ford sitting at her desk in the SU office. She is a volunteer and comes into the office two or three times a week to run our correspondence club for the Quest and One to One Notes. Nan is frowning because she is trying to figure out how to answer a question from a child who thinks that God was a bit unfair because He was threatening to punish all of the Israelites even though there must have been some of them who were living good lives.

·       Here we see Billy holding his baseball bat poised to hit a home run at the annual baseball camp. Last year we had over 100 campers attending and receiving professional coaching from Christian ex major league players. Billy is dreaming of being a major league player himself one day. He’s also thinking about the challenge he received that morning when the coach had said that for all the thrills of playing major league baseball, nothing could compare with the thrill of following Jesus.

·       In this slide you see Roseane and Maxine. They are both quite different. Roseane is a petite 12-year-old and Maxine is mature lady, into her 40s. They are both smiling broadly. They have just finished counselling a child each, who have just committed their lives to Jesus. It happened at a church based VBS which SU initiated last year. This is a first. Neither Roseane nor Maxine had ever led anybody to the Lord before."

And so, by early 1994 Lynne was launched, and we had a second pilot project. Lynne is a very dynamic, creative, and talented individual. I was sure that whatever transpired under her leadership would be good. The year had got off to a good start.

It was not all a bed of roses on Vancouver Island. I did get into trouble with Lynne’s committee on that visit. They pinned me to the wall a couple of times about “You people from the East just ignore us in the West”. It was my first time observing this kind of thinking. I was surprised. After all I had come a long way to see them and felt the last thing I was doing, was ignoring them. There is no accounting for those East/West tensions, I guess. It did alert me to this sensitive issue which I had previously been blissfully unaware of. Shortly thereafter we appointed June Wynne from BC and Harold Murray and TV Thomas from Alberta to the SU Board. This certainly did result in a more representative Board, which was an important step forward for the SU Board which up until then was comprised only of Ontarians.

Foreground: Eduardo Ramirez (America's Region)
David Jones (USA), Rob Cornish (Canada)
SU Canada is part of the SU America’s Region, which includes North, Central and South America. In early 1994 I attended the Regional meeting in El Salvador. My Spanish improved dramatically over the course of the four or five days we met. I enjoyed my first exposure to Latin America. All the North Americans attending were careful about what they ate. As it happened, I was the only one who did not contract the dreaded stomach bug. I surmise that maybe my African roots had given me a level of immunity the others did not enjoy. I enjoyed the fellowship. Once again, I was struck by how every country was doing its own thing, within its capacity, and context to achieve SU’s overall goals. I was further encouraged, in the Canadian context, to spread our wings, be creative and see what worked and what did not in our search for the silver bullet of SU ministry in Canada.

In the summer of 1994, we were busy again. The DRPP ran our second Single Parent Family Camp, two VBS programs, our second Sandbanks Beach Mission and a SU Sports baseball camp. Lynne was ramping up her program on Vancouver Island.

Earlier in the year I had initiated the Lamplighter Program. This was a “monthly giving program”, which we promoted to our wide base of Bible Reading Notes users. I had borrowed this idea from SU South Africa. It had gone down well, and we gained about 500 financial supporters who committed to giving regularly. This put a valuable foundation underneath our finances and bought us the capacity to begin to do some of the new things and take on some of the staff that we were beginning to do.

Rob and Cher - by the end of 1994 we
had much to be thankful for.
There was much to be encouraged about, but Cher and I were nevertheless feeling the strain. Cher was doing the finances for SU, in her part time position, which really had become a full-time position. She was also looking after the girls, managing the home, and generally keeping the show on the road. At the end of 1994 I wrote in our Christmas newsletter, “It has been extremely hectic, to the point sometimes when Cher and I have been tempted just to walk away from it. However, we have not, and we are still hanging in there”. Nevertheless, the time had come for Cher to take some pressure off us as a family. The decision was made that she would stay at home and I appointed Nellie Cotnam as our full time Administrator.

Despite, Cher and I feeling stressed, by the end of 1994, we had much to be thankful for. Our Quest Club was continuing under Nancy Ford’s leadership. Linda van Leuwen was beginning to contact the Bible Reading Reps in churches. The decline in circulation of our adult bible reading guides seemed to be slowing down. We had two Pilot Projects, supported by keen committees. Bob Johnson was a real going concern with SU Sports and had plans to expand. We were connecting with churches and helping them to run VBS programs. We had an excellent Beach Mission team in place and ideas on how to expand it. Somehow, we had grown the budget and miraculously balanced it each year. We were a going concern, despite being very stretched in all directions, I was satisfied with where we had got to. The future for SU looked hopeful and I was grateful to the Lord for His blessings in this regard.


Canadian Chronicles Chapter 1 - Ouch! What have we Done?


January 16th, 1991.  The family farewells were done. The house sold, worldly goods packed, and pets bidden farewell to. We were moving to a new country with two suitcases each and three thousand dollars to our names. 

The heartache was deep. We were moving from Southern Africa, our home for the first four decades of our lives, to a country, Canada, on the other side of the world. South Africa, the pariah of the world for decades because of its apartheid policies, had been isolated by sanctions. Despite having travelled to UK and Europe, that was the extent of our exposure to the rest of the world. Our knowledge of Canada was extremely limited. We had seen the beautiful pictures of forest, mountains, prairies and lakes. I had visited for a few weeks, four months earlier, on a “look, see visit”, but that was it. Nice people who spoke English, a massive beautiful country, but for all practical purposes an unknown quantity. It was to be an adventure for sure but, lying in bed together on the night prior to departure, our level of apprehension was high. What was the next chapter of our lives to look like?

We awoke at 4am the following morning, at my Mom’s house in Boksburg, to prepare for the first leg of our flight which would take us from Johannesburg to Brussels on Sabena airlines and then on to Toronto. The Americans had been threatening invasion of Iraq for weeks, and as we watched TV that morning the first bombers had taken off in the early hours of January 17th and the attack on Baghdad had begun. Speculation had been rife that Saddam Hussein would be releasing a wave of airport and plane attacks across the globe in retaliation. We had the cheapest airfare available – no refunds, no date changes. We wondered if we would be the only people on the flight.

The hustle and bustle at the airport were a welcome distraction, followed by the final farewells, to my Mom and Cher’s folks.  Then we were in the air with a handful of other intrepid passengers like us and, ready or not, the adventure had begun.

Boerie, in all his glory after a trip to the beach.  Satisfied
after every seagull for miles around thoroughly terrorised. 
Elaine, aged 12, and Julia aged 9 had been game for the adventure, but they too had needed to bid farewell to friends and beloved pets. A few weeks earlier our cat, Sandy, and Elaine’s favorite, had been killed by a car so we were spared the pain of giving her away. Saying goodbye to Boerie, our dog was hard. He was my special boy. I used to love taking him to the beach where he would chase seagulls to his hearts content. Julia had said to me, “Daddy, you wouldn’t leave one of your children behind when you go to Canada would you?” I replied, “No, of course not”. She had me trapped, “Well Boerie is part of our family. Why are you leaving him behind?” It was like a knife to my heart. I promised Julia that when we got to Canada and the time was right, we would get more pets. We had arranged to give Boerie to some folks a few blocks away from our house in East London who were willing to take him. When we had delivered him, a few days before our departure, to our friends, we did so with leaden hearts. Lo and behold the next day, Boerie was back at our house, sitting outside our garden gate with a smile on his face as if to say, “Hey you guys, you left me behind by mistake. But don’t worry I found my way back”. My betrayal of “my best friend” was fully exposed. Oh, my goodness, this leaving of home is not for the fainthearted.

We had arranged to stay overnight in Brussels so that we would not arrive in Toronto totally exhausted. Our plane was touching down in Montreal prior to our final destination in Toronto. For us Africans the landing was something of a novelty. It was snowing heavily with whiteout conditions. The ground was invisible. As we landed, our fellow passengers broke out into clapping and applause. This was something we had never witnessed before. I guess harsh climates yield up different reasons for celebration. Before we took off from Montreal, our plane was sprayed down with pink goop, to keep the wings from freezing. Yikes, this was an adventure which was beginning to offer a bit too much excitement.

Canada - second largest country on the planet.
It's geography had fascinated me since childhood
At Toronto airport, the girls were delighted to be greeted by a sweet little Beagle dog, who came up to say hello, soon followed by an official who announced that she wanted to know what was in our hand luggage. We were bemused. It turned out that Cher had kept a couple of ham sandwiches from the plane for a snack later. We were now branded as potentially dangerous importers of risky goods and sent off to a different line up with our suitcases, presumably to be hung drawn and quartered. A family of Asians ahead of us were having every item of their suitcases meticulously inspected right down to the squeezing of their toothpaste tubes. We must have looked innocent because were soon on our way to be met by Rose, my sister, and Roy her husband. They lived in the forest, about half an hour north of Lakefield, close to Stoney Lake. It was a three-hour drive or so before we were able to get our heads down for a much-needed rest.


The next morning, when we awoke, the outside temperature was -24 degrees Celsius. For the first time, but not the last, the thought crossed our minds, “Oh my goodness, what have we done?” Our horror was soon dispelled as we all donned snowsuits and boots and went outside to play in the snow. Rose and Roy’s kids, John and Joy, similar in age to our girls, were welcome playmates for the girls. We began to relax. Perhaps we were going to be ok, but we did wonder how long it would be before we could go outside without all this extra clothing? Its probably a good thing we never asked.

All that snow and tobogganing to boot. A wonderful treat
Temperatures below -20. Brrr!!


After a few days with Rose and Roy to get over our jet lag, we made our way down to Pickering where it had been arranged for us to spend a couple of weeks with Don and Marg Wulff. John Booker, my new boss at Scripture Union Canada, had kindly arranged accommodation for us for the first couple of months, to give us time to find our feet. Don Wulff was an ex South African, so it was a good fit. They had three or four kids, which gave our girls some built in entertainment. We stayed in their basement and it was a good location from which to begin to get oriented. I vividly remember us trying to figure out how our finances were going to work on what was quite a modest salary. We were getting in a bit of a panic about it. Don calmed us down and worked through the numbers together with us. Since being in ministry we had never suffered from superfluous finances. Having said that, to this day, we have never gone hungry, lacked adequate clothing, or a bed to hunker down in for a comfortable night’s sleep. God is good and He promises He will supply all our needs. We had just temporarily lost sight of what we already knew from experience and were thankful to Don for helping us regain our perspective.


In our first few days we had taken delivery of a used Nissan Sentra which we had bought from a couple of Rose and Roy’s friends who were leaving the country to work with Wycliffe Bible Translators. It was good to be independently mobile again.

Everything was new and
different What an adventure!
Hoar frost. A fairly rare phenomenon
After a couple of weeks with Don and Marg, John Booker had arranged for us to move to Lois and Earl Heron’s home in Greenbank to house sit for 6 weeks whilst they were snow birding it in Florida. This was a gorgeous house on a large lot. We felt very privileged to be living in such good digs. We were in the height of winter and being a little north were experiencing winter a bit more keenly than many. One morning we woke up to find all the trees covered in hoar frost. It was exceptionally beautiful. We were astounded. Who could imagine such a phenomenon? So many little things were so different, and we were absorbing them like sponges.
Icicles on a car. Who could imagine such a thing?
  Another morning we woke to find the 100-foot driveway covered in deep snow. I looked to my right and to my left. Both sets of neighbors had obviously got up early and their driveways were clear. I was impressed. These Canadians are clearly a tough bunch, to deal so quickly with what looked like a big job before heading out to work. I took a deep breath, grabbed a shovel, and started digging. About an hour later I was on my last legs, puffing and panting, sweat dripping down me and only a third of the way down the driveway. I was beginning to count the cost of owning a Canadian home and my admiration for Canadians was rising by the minute. Just then a truck arrived with a big snow blade on the front and the driver announced he was here to clear the driveway. Phew – what a relief. I had been dreading having to face that job every few days.

Cheryl has always had green fingers. We had been asked to keep the Heron’s indoor plants watered. Cher attacked this job with her normal enthusiasm and was happy to report back to Lois Heron on her return, that all her plants were in good shape, especially the large planter in their front hallway. Lois, smiled and said, “actually that plant is artificial.” We all had a good chuckle about that.

L. to R. Nancy Ford, Cheryl Cornish, Holly Blair, Elaine Martins
Rob in front of SU Office.
















Within a few days of arrival, John Booker invited us into the Scripture Union office to meet the staff and check out the lay of the land. We met Holly Blair, Elaine Martins, and Irene from the office and Peter Jackson from the warehouse. It was good to meet the folks who we would be working with. Irene, pulled me aside and said, “Rob, I also am a recent immigrant. Things will be tough for you at first, but we have learnt how to survive and I’m going to teach you how to do the same”. She then proceeded to tell us where to find good quality used clothing, furniture and so on. This was very welcome advice as our dollars were scarce and we had been trusting that God would show us how we were going to make it. From then on, we would regularly visit our local Goodwill or Salvation Army store and pick up good quality clothing and furniture for rock bottom prices. This survival tip served us in good stead for many years in our early days in Canada.

One of the first things we needed to do was to get the girls into a good school. In South Africa, and East London in particular, we had access to top notch government schools.  They had both been in an excellent Elementary school for girls, called Clarendon. They had received an excellent foundation. We needed to find out which were the best schools in the area and then we would look for accommodation nearby. We asked Don and Marg for their thoughts. They put us in touch with Alice Chase who had kids the same age as Elaine and Julia. Alice was extremely helpful but didn’t really understand what we were looking for. It eventually dawned on us that most schools were considered about the same in quality. There were no “exceptional” schools of note. Alice did tell us though that it might be possible to get the girls into the Gifted Program. This gave us hope. We eventually decided we would shoot to live in Ajax, not too far from where the SU office was in Pickering and close to where John Booker and the Chases lived.

New school. New challenges - but the girls
were up for it. 
The girls were booked into Southwood Park Public School where we commenced a love/hate relationship with the principal. In our first meeting with him we had taken samples of the girl’s workbooks from South Africa. Their handwriting was copperplate and spelling flawless, as they had been taught. The principal snorted derisively and made a sarcastic comment that “this was how we used to teach children forty years ago”, implying our girls had suffered from an inferior, old fashioned schooling system. This did not get us off to a good start. The girls got settled into their classrooms, but clearly for them it was a shock to their systems. Firstly, they had to learn to work alongside boys. Secondly, they had to get used to a much less structured classroom set up. It also seemed that wanting to learn was not very cool. In South Africa, when the teacher entered the classroom, the children would all rise and in unison would greet the teacher. They were not allowed to sit down until the teacher said so. Of course nothing of the sort existed in this school or any others. Daily they would come home with their eyes wide and tell us things like “do you know what Johnny said to the teacher today?”. For us, this was the hardest part of settling down in Canada. We really felt we had traded in a top of the line educational Cadillac for a rather modest VW Beetle.

Although I had a job lined up in Canada with Scripture Union, we did not yet have approval to live and work in the country. South Africa was still under heavy United Nations sanctions. Accordingly, the Canadian government made it exceedingly difficult for South Africans to apply from within South Africa to move to Canada. We had to apply from an embassy outside of the country. For us, who were living on a thin budget in South Africa, it was costly, time consuming and tedious. We had decided, rather naively, that now that we had a job lined up, it would be a simple matter, once in Canada, to make our application for a work permit and go from there.

Once we had our feet on the ground and feeling a bit settled, we were itching to get started at Scripture Union. Until we had a work or residence permit though, this was not possible. It was time to go to the nearest immigration office and do the necessary. We hit a brick wall. We could not find the right people to talk to. We eventually approached an immigration lawyer. All the advice we were hearing was the same, basically “Go to the nearest Canadian embassy outside of Canada and get in line with everyone else. Write to us and we will send you and application form when we are ready”. What I had assumed would be a simple, fill out a form and wait a few days, process was turning out to be much more challenging. We were in the country on a holiday visa, had a three-month non-negotiable return ticket back home. We had sold our house and dismantled our lives completely in South Africa. We were sure that God had led us to Canada, but the way forward seemed murky to say the least. Yikes!!

After a couple of weeks of bashing our heads on blockages I said to Cher. “Lets just go down to the Canadian Embassy in Buffalo. Every other time we’ve needed to resolve a problem like this we have just had to go in person and explain our situation.”. We left home at the crack of dawn one day to do the two to three-hour drive to Buffalo. We were determined to be first in line at the embassy. We wanted to have lots of time to persuade whoever we spoke to that our request was clearly simple and easily resolved.

When we arrived at the embassy, we were first in line and waited patiently outside the door until it was opening time. Finally, they opened and we were given a number to wait to be called with. We were tense and a bit nervous. There was a lot riding on the outcome of this. While we were sitting waiting, Cheryl remembered that she had left something in the car that she needed for the girls. She took them downstairs to go and retrieve the needed item. While she was gone, I was called through for an interview. The gentleman was very friendly and pleasant and asked me why I was there. I told him our story. He said to me, “This is your lucky day. There are three categories of people that we fast track – University professors, journalists and religious workers, because their jobs often require them to change countries.” He said, “how long do you plan to stay?” I replied that we had decided that two years would be a good start and we would know by then if we needed to stay longer. He prepared a two year work permit  and said, “if you think you might need to stay longer, I suggest you apply soon, for Landed Immigrant status and you should be fine to have it processed within the next two years. The whole conversation had not taken more than fifteen minutes. I walked back into the waiting room with the work permit in hand. Cher nearly fainted. We spent the rest of the morning exploring downtown Buffalo a bit. It felt like God had lifted a huge load of worry and concern off our backs. Looking back now, we realize that getting into Canada is no easy thing. People wait for years to have their applications processed. God had slain a giant on our behalves, and we felt he was confirming the prior leading that had brought us to Canada in the first place.

62 Rideout Street - our first home in Canada. 
Now we had to find ourselves somewhere not too expensive to live. We had our budget in hand and knew that we could not afford a lot. We had initially looked at some apartments near Pickering Town Centre, but John Booker said, “no, you can do better than that”. Eventually we heard that the Anglican manse in Ajax was empty as the minister had left and they were looking for a short-term tenant. They were in the process of renovating the house. As it turned out the timing worked well as we had committed to staying in the Heron’s house in Greenbank while they were away. And so, after two months in Canada we moved into our first home at 62 Rideout Street in Ajax, alongside of the Anglican Church. It was a newly renovated four-bedroom house. Freshly painted, newly carpeted throughout and the rent was manageable. Once again, we felt God’s loving, leading hand, guiding and providing for us graciously.

Elaine and Melissa's
Brother
Quest Club Kids - Back Row; Elaine, Julia, Melissa, Amy
Front Row; Kim, Melissa's brother

We discovered a great toboggan hill nearby. 
Part of our sleepover
Program
Our house was on a quiet street, backing onto an elementary school. We soon discovered some of the other kids in the neighborhood and the girl’s school was a few blocks away. We were still in the process of 



looking for a church to join. So far nothing had quite fitted what we were looking for. The girls were needing fellowship and the friends they were meeting on the street did not seem to have any church connections. We decided to start a Quest Club in our basement, named after the Scripture Union, kids devotional guides. We soon had five or six kids meeting weekly and even arranged a sleepover. One of the girls who joined that was Kim Mills who became Julia’s first friend and up until recently were still in touch, although life has now taken them in different directions. Another was Melissa, who is now married with kids. We occasionally see her around and catch up on her latest news. We pray that we planted seeds of the gospel in their hearts which will some day take root and grow.

I now had to get down to the serious business of looking after our home. We had an old garden shed on the property which was jam packed with treasures which we were glad to make use of. We found two bikes for the girls which was a great find. I got them going and the girls were happy to have them. Life was beginning to feel that things were getting back to normal. We were getting used to the very safe living conditions in Canada and, for us Africans, the amazing honesty of people. Rose and Roy would go away for days on end from their house in the woods, leaving their front door unlocked. I guess we got a bit careless and the girls’ bikes were left on the driveway one night. We discovered the next morning that both had been stolen. This took us back to our natural African caution. I guess life in the suburbs is not quite as easy going as in the country.

Biking on the Ajax waterfront was a treat
Speaking of Africa. For us Southern Africans, living outdoors is considered part of the natural God given way of things. BBQ, which we call “Braaivleis”, which means “Cook meat” is a bit more of an art form than it is here in Canada. There is no such thing as propane. That would be considered cheating. It starts with an outside fire, which is carefully monitored by the men, whose job it is to come up with a perfect set of coals for the cooking. This is the only form of cooking the men are expected to, and dare I say it, trusted to do. Often the fire will be started and the conversation will get going and then fairly regularly the moment of perfect coals perfection will be missed through all the chatter the process will need to be re-commissioned. This is all part of the occasion of braiing and enjoying the great outdoors lifestyle which people from Africa value so highly. Now that we had our own home to live in, it was time for a braai. One of the treasures in our garden shed was an old wheel rim. This became our fire pit. It wasn’t long before I had rounded up all the scrap wood I could find, and we had a good fire going in our back yard and the meat was soon on the go. We soon got the message from friends and neighbors that live fires in our backyards, really were not the right thing to do. Reluctantly we had to let go of our braai model for the much shorter form of propane BBQ. Having said that I am now a great fan of the quick and easy, convenience of this approach, and in the light of our often-iffy weather it makes a lot of sense.

Cheryl, Squiz and Sambo - the squirrels would scrabble and
slip on the tiled floors, but could climb curtains easily.
One day, when I was doing chores in the garden, I spotted a baby squirrel shivering in the corner of the house, sheltering from the wind.  Clearly, it had been separated from the mother. We called a local pet store and asked if they could take it in. Their reply was along the lines of, “We have more baby squirrels than we can handle. What your little one needs is a friend, which we'll give you, and here’s how you need to care for them both”. So, armed with that information we took them in, found them a cage and proceeded with feeding them milk every three hours. We named them Squiz and Sambo. This was a great family project. However, squirrels grow up quite fast, and although we used to handle them and play with them, they were very skittish, and had incredibly long and sharp nails. They used to love climbing the curtains. We had been warned about the potential for rabies and were terrified of being nipped, so eventually we decided to return them to the wild. We stuck their cage out in the big tree in the garden, with the door open and left them food in case they could not find their own. After a couple of days of checking in with us, they took off and we never saw them again. We felt we had done a good thing and had also managed to dodge the bullet for a while longer of needing to fulfill our promise that “when we get to Canada” we will get new pets.

Letting go of one’s culture is a long and painful process. Most of us do not even realize how much that we take for granted in life. Our natural assumption is that this is the way things are done and there is no need to do it any differently.  Only when one moves to an alternative culture where things are done differently do we begin to realize that all of our previous assumptions don’t necessarily make sense to the new culture and it is us who have to adapt, not them. We found Canadians to be genuinely nice people, but very quickly realized that many folks had a meagre understanding of our background. The prevailing attitude was that Africa was one country and the fact that we were from South Africa, meant little to them. They did not understand our history, geography or sport. Also, folks had virtually no idea what our lives had been like. All our achievements, track record and personal stories were of little or no significance. This was a painful but understandable reality. We realized that we were now in Canada and all that lay behind, was in the past. We needed to start again building a brand-new life here. I have found that this has given me a real empathy for newcomers to Canada, as I see them struggling to hold onto what they have left behind, but needing to engage in the here and now of Canadian culture mores and needs.

Hugh (Cornish) and Mary Jennings - our long lost
Canadian cousins. What a treat to find them? 
Shortly before leaving South Africa to come to Canada, we had been contacted by an elderly aunt, Flora Haliburton, in South Africa who had been contacted by a relative in Scotland who had been visited by a Canadian couple inquiring about Cornish relatives from Scotland a few years earlier. We were given the couples contact information. Now that life had settled down a bit, we contacted the couple who, it turned out lived about an hours drive away and arranged to meet them. The couple were Mary and Hugh Jennings. Hugh had Cornish blood in him from his mothers’ side, who had been a Cornish before marrying. Mary had researched both sides of their family trees and presented us with the Cornish one. There was a major gap in her Cornish tree which she had not been able to complete. It turned out that two of the brothers from a few generations earlier had emigrated to Canada and one they thought might have gone to South Africa but had no confirmation of that. As we checked it all out, it was clear that we were the missing South African link. Over the years we have met some of our distant Canadian cousins. It was fun to make that connection and to realize that even here, in this land far away from our forefathers, God had sent representatives of our shared ancestors.

Disney World was a dream come true for us. 

The Magic Kingdom - wonderful!


Nasa - another dream fulfilled. 













Something we had set our sights on from the get-go of being in Canada was that while our girls were young enough, we had to visit Disneyworld in Florida. Somehow, we had managed to accumulate a bit of cash and we decided in the March break of 1992 to do a ten-day dash down there in our newly acquired van and see the sights. We were still unjaded Africans, and this was one of the greatest holiday adventures we had ever had as a family. Disneyworld delivered one of life’s great experiences and I have since claimed it was the best value for money I’ve ever enjoyed. We also found time to visit Cape Canaveral and Daytona beach.

Soon after returning, on March 22nd, 1992 we celebrated my 40th birthday. By then we had settled into Ajax Alliance Church, where there were lots of couples at our age and stage, and we had a good number of friends over. We were beginning to feel a lot more at home and settled. Just then we were notified by the Anglican church that they had found a minister and needed us to move out. Oh dear. Life had been so good where we were. Now we were thrown into confusion again.

It was soon time to leave our comfortable
home at 62 Rideout Street
40th Birthday - how did that come up so quickly?

















Cheryl enjoying her bright sunny
kitchen at 62 Rideout
God is faithful and it turned out that a local Presbyterian church down the road and closer to the girl’s school, was empty as they were without a minister and they were looking for a short-term tenant. We were happy to oblige and so after 18 months at 62 Rideout Street we moved into the Presbyterian manse at 4 Hills Road in South Ajax, with Cher’s Mom and Dad helping as they happened to be visiting at the time. This was a slightly more upmarket neighborhood, with older homes, larger lots, and more mature gardens, so we felt we were moving up in life. This was to be our home for another 15 months.

It was here that we acquired our first permanent pet in Canada, and this was not by intention, but rather by accident. One day a cat just arrived on our doorstep and let us know that we were welcome to have her come and stay. She became ours by default. We felt bad for whoever had lost her, but after a concerted search for her owners, she became ours. We named her Smokey and she settled down for the duration. It turned out she was pregnant, and we were the port in her storm. She produced her litter, which was of course great fun. Amazingly we found homes for all of them except for one, which we kept and named Tigger. This was the beginning of a long line of cats which even I, an exclusive dog lover, came to enjoy and appreciate.

A proud moment - the day we became
Canadian Citizens
By this stage we were planning on staying in Canada and our application for Landed Immigrant status was well underway. We still had the money from the sale of our house in South Africa. The value of it was declining due to South Africa’s currency being on a continuous downslide and we were keen to get our foot in the door with a property. It turns out that, for immigrants, getting a mortgage is not easy as one has little or no credit history. However, after a couple years of paying our bills and not defaulting, the bank was ready to grant us a mortgage. After fifteen months, the Presbyterian church asked us to move out as they had found a minister. The time seemed right for us to look to buy our own property. We bought a four bedroomed house a block or two east in Ajax at 73 Cluett Drive. We were ready for the challenges and joys of house ownership; the never ending mortgage and permanent list of To Dos.

Rose and Roy's home in the woods - it was lovely to visit
them. They always had extra waifs and stray kids visiting. 
And so, after almost three years we were beginning to feel that we belonged in Canada. Work at Scripture Union was always challenging, but we lived in hope that things would improve on that front. Rose and Roy were living about a couple of hours drive just north of Lakefield. We were able to see them regularly. Life was good. God was good. Moving to a new country is not something I recommend for the faint of heart. It calls for energy, drive, and determination, to overcome the many obstacles one faces. Letting go of all of one’s personal histories is very costly, but a necessary part of bonding to the new country and culture. We had done it together as a family, God had helped us, and we looked forward to the future with anticipation.