Friday, 7 August 2020

Covid RV 2020 Edition - Ch. 2 On the Blocks


Rob -exploring the delights
of RV repairs

RV Dealers are like car dealerships. You take in your vehicle for a simple $100 service and the next thing they are filling your mind with fears of impending disaster if a whole bunch of urgent jobs are not done immediately. I am not a practical guy. I have generally operated on the principle of “God has not gifted me practically. I will trust Him to always give me enough to pay the bills for someone else to do the jobs I cannot” So far that has worked reasonably well, but 2020 would test me to the limit on this.

In late 2019 when I took the RV in for winterizing, a $100 job, they informed me that I needed the rubber roof redone as it was cracked and likely to leak causing real damage. Along with that, they would need to re-seal all of the exterior apertures. All of this could be done for a mere $3500, plus tax. In addition, I needed the canvas cover over the slide out replaced. That would be a mere $450 plus tax. Ouch. I decided to postpone a decision on all of that until the spring of this year. I knew that was just the beginning. There were other things on my list. I needed six months to brace myself.

Some may think that Covid19 has all been a bad news story. In my case, its been a mixed bag. One of the benefits for me, is that I have finally bitten the bullet on starting piano lessons, which has been on my bucket list for ever. I now compete, maybe too strong a word, with my five, seven, eight, nine and eleven-year-old grandchildren at the biannual family piano concert. Suffice to say that I do not like coming last in anything. However, I am learning that humility is a virtue best learnt by experience. I have not quite got that one down yet, but I’m certainly getting lots of practice at it.

Another benefit is that my To Do list for jobs at home has taken a severe hit. I have definitely managed to flatten the curve on that one. What I have discovered though is that I need to be vigilant on this score. If I let my guard down, those jobs are breeding in the background and next thing I am expecting a second wave to be upon me. For now, I am enjoying a brief respite on this front. Does this story sound familiar?

A third benefit has been that I have had time to tootle away on my computer. When I finally bit the bullet and started thinking about doing something about the roof on the RV, I noted that the labor rate at the dealership was$150 per hour. I nearly died. The last time I had paid attention to it, the rate had gone from $100 to $120 per hour. Who on earth can justify a rate like that let alone those kinds of increases? I was incensed. I called the service manager and asked him, how in an age of 2% or less inflation he can look at himself in the mirror in the morning. He is a nice guy. He could understand my concerns and as a concession he would offer me a $130/hour rate. I guess price negotiability is another side benefit of Covid19. This improved my mood, but not much. Eventually out of desperation I googled “how to renovate a rubber roof on a RV”. Lo and behold I discovered on You Tube a previously unknown world. There is a video available for just about every RV job imaginable. I googled “how to replace a RV slide out canvas cover” and bingo up popped two or three videos to explain to helpless souls like myself, how easy it is.

Cher - loving every 
minute of the RV work. 

Armed with these new insights. I asked Chris, my son in law, to help me to do the slide out cover. Start small is my middle name. Chris is the ultimate fix it guy, so he was my secret weapon in case I got into trouble. Bingo – slide out cover done. Total cost $111 versus the $450 quoted by the dealer.

I was starting to get cocky. On the plus side I now had You Tube beckoning me on, and prodding from behind was the dealer’s labor rate of $150 per hour. Next up was the mystery leak we had discovered somewhere in the plumbing system when we were living on the driveway. This was daunting in the extreme. Plumbing is a no-go area for me. The consequences of getting it wrong are too high. Add to that plumbing systems on RVs are designed for midgets and their children. To get to the heart of the plumbing system we had to dismantle the back cover behind the bottom kitchen cupboard and then crawl into the cupboard, face down, with one arm ahead of one’s body armed with a flashlight. That forward arm is the only usable hand. Bottom line it is a challenge even if one knew what one was doing. Cher and I spent at least a day trying to isolate, which part of the system was producing the leak. Toilet, bath, bathroom sink, kitchen sink or our new slide out cover. Sheesh. The mind boggles. Fortunately, Cher is tenacious and logical, and we slowly whittled it down to the bathroom sink. When we looked under there, water was leaking down the pipes under the faucet.  In trying to tighten the fittings I quite naturally broke one of the copper pipes. Who ever does a plumbing job without things getting worse first. We now needed to replace the whole faucet fitting. This was an exercise in patience and good humor, not my strength, and a good barometer of the strength of our marriage ties. Fortunately, Cher was a willing spanner girl and she fetched and carried the right tools while I contorted in too small a space under the sink. Finally, after a couple of hours, we got it done and were ready to test it out. Naturally, water gushed in all directions. By now, we were on our knees pleading to the Lord for direct intervention. Eventually we figured out the issue and lo and behold the leak was gone!! My goodness, what a thrill. I felt like an astronaut landing on the moon for the first time. We had made it through all the challenges and ultimately succeeded. And it had only taken us a day. Eight hours at $150. We had saved $1200. That’s fake math, as it would have taken a proper fixit person only a couple of hours. Nevertheless, thank you, Lord. With this victory in hand, we felt confident to take on the roof next.

To finish the leak story. A few weeks later, Cher and I had the RV out, with the water connected. More out of habit than anything we decided to test for leaks and left some towels out, strategically positioned, to catch any wandering unwelcome water. The next morning, we were devastated to find a wet towel under the kitchen cabinet. Aaaggh! I started reaching for my shotgun to put an end to our misery. Eventually after praying I crawled under the kitchen cupboard yet again - I have lost count of how many times I’ve done it. As a last resort I tightened by hand every fitting that I could reach.  I emerged knowing I had done everything I could. After this the dealer was my last option. After using the RV for a few days, we realized there were no leaks and haven’t been since! The Lord is good. Sometimes he stretches us to our limits just to let us feel the pleasure of things eventually working out.

Each job has had its own stories and challenges but suffice to say that the RV is now looking and driving like a dream. It has a new set of tires and the roof has been re-rubberised. We have replaced all the old rotted out roof vent covers. The toilet seals are replaced. I used some of our savings to have a new radio and back up camera installed. We were good to go except for one last mountain to climb.

The final frontier on the RV revamp list is to re-do the decals. This job is very time consuming. Think $150 per hour and shudder along with me. Eventually I resorted to, you guessed it, Doctor Google and lo and behold all is well in You Tube land. It turns out that redoing one’s decals is a breeze. All one needs is a hairdryer, masking tape, paper, spray paint and LOTS OF TIME. Well thanks to Covid19 and retirement we have lots of that. We have done a test on two of the decals, have learnt a bunch of lessons and now we are ready to take on the rest of the job. It is a daunting task, but in the next few weeks we will turn our beautiful refreshed RV into an absolutely gorgeous one. 

Taping and more taping
.....and more taping


So, the moral of this 
story is if, like me, you are practically challenged, you have a friend in Doctor Google. The DIY videos on You tube truly are an amazing resource. You too, can come out from being at the mercy of all those plotting rascals at the dealerships who are waiting to relieve you of your worldly possessions and more. Go get em Buddy. Am I feeling punchy? You bet.

As the lockdown has proceeded, followed by limited easing up, it dawned on us; we may be stuck in our house all on our lonesome for the whole summer. And then comes the colder weather and then we would be stuck for who knows how long? The options for getting out of the house were extremely limited. Suddenly RVing began to look like about the only thing that one could legitimately do outside of one’s own four walls. RV’s have their own washrooms, making social and physical distancing easy. The provincial parks were offering a Covid19 free cancellation policy, so we had little to lose by making a whole bunch of bookings to tide us through the summer. Unfortunately, we were late to the party and a whole bunch of people had come to the same conclusion ahead of us. The provincial parks were very booked up and in fact are having a bonanza year. Nevertheless, Cher persisted and eventually we had a great line up of bookings in place. A week at Beavermead with Carla and Neil Daniel at the end of June, a three week trip across the northern shore of Lake Superior in July, a week with the family at Fairhavens Family Camp in August and a long weekend at beginning of September. Our cups ranneth over with plans and possibilities. The long hot summer thankfully held promise for fun and adventure, not something typically associated with these pandemic times.

There is nothing like a pandemic lockdown to boost an interest in the RVing lifestyle. Apparently, sales of RVs are through the roof at present. This is not good news for us. It was already difficult to find good campsite bookings. Now we have even more competition from those dastardly Baby Boomers. I foresee a need to thin out the crowd somewhat. Hopefully, many of the newbies will find they do not like smelling of campfire smoke and are allergic to mosquito bites. Maybe they will be selling their brand-new RVs at the end of the season for a song. I’m starting to dream and ramble but you get the point.

Julia on right with her new and enlarged family
L. to R. James, John, Peter, Mariah and Thalya

A brief postscript note on Julia, Chris, Mariah and boys. Things were going well in their new home. The move had taken place in mid May, the chaos of boxes and placement of furniture was resolved, when something out of left field turned up. Mariah’s younger sister, sixteen-year-old Thalya, who was living with Rose and Roy in South Africa, was not doing well under Covid lockdown. She was depressed, missing Mariah badly and things were tense at home. After some discussion it became clear that coming back to Canada was her best option for the long term and so it was decided that Julia and Chris would offer her a spot in their growing household. Remember that five-bedroom, five-bathroom house they bought? I guess the Lord had some insight as to the fact that it might be needed. And so, after a couple of weeks of frantic activity Thalya was soon winging her way to Canada and the whole gang of them were once again quarantined for another two weeks in case Thalya had brought more with her than just her luggage. Life sure can take some interesting twists and turns. Who would have thought at the beginning of this year how everything would be a mere six months later?


Covid 2020 RV Edition - Ch. 1 On the Driveway



Cher and Rob - Discovering
that camping and 
Covid 19 go hand in hand
2020 will be a year to be remembered.  For our parent’s generation, World War 2 was the defining event of their lives. Fortunately, our generation has enjoyed a mainly charmed three quarters of a century of more or less of peace since that time. Our defining moments to date have been measured more by one off events such as “I remember when John Kennedy was assassinated” or “I remember what I was doing when 9/11 happened”. However, I do think that Covid19 does have the potential to be the long term, life changing, world shaking, protracted process, which we will remember as our defining event. The jury is still out on that, but time will tell.

Towards the end of 2019 Cheryl and I had been gaily globetrotting around Israel, Jordan and Turkey. We returned from that for six weeks before setting out to join with the worldwide Cornish Clan in a reunion at Saint Francis Bay in South Africa and do a bit of touring. We were enjoying a life of ease, moving and travelling at will, when bang, down came the guillotine blade ending it all and before we knew it, we were battening down the hatches at home getting ready for the Covid storm that threatened to engulf us.

In a rather bizarre twist of fate, since then, much of our lives has revolved around our RV. Strange? Yes, but True! Here is how it has unfolded, with all its twists and turns, no puns intended.

Whilst we were in South Africa, Julia, Chris and their three kids, John, James and Peter, joined me in visiting some family members for a couple of weeks, leaving Cher looking after her Mom in East London. During that time, we learned that eighteen-year-old Mariah Tibbit, Rose (my sister) and Roy’s granddaughter, would be returning to Canada and needed a home. Julia and Chris had always been Mariah’s legal guardians. They offered her a spot with their family in Oshawa. That one decision unleashed a chain of events which has changed all of their lives dramatically. Let me explain.

Julia and Chris had lived in their starter home in North Oshawa for about twelve years. Chris is a great fixer and doer of impressive deeds around the house. Over the years he had completed several projects, which had made optimal use of their living space. Their property was humming along like a finely tuned piano. I had been bugging them for years to buy a bigger house as, with their three boys, the place was threatening to burst. They had resisted my best persuasive efforts. “Why try and improve on perfection?” was their response. In one fell swoop, the decision to offer Mariah a home, changed all of that. Where would Mariah and her baby sleep? Lego Room? Impossible. With the three boys in their room? Unthinkable? Yikes. Suddenly it dawned on them, they needed a new house. Little did they know how things would turn out.

To cut a long story short their real estate agent presented them with a list of To Dos before selling. Covid19 was upon us. Mariah was arriving shortly. Time was of the essence. Their house was too small to do jobs and live in one space. They needed somewhere to live for a few weeks. “Could they come and stay with us?” “Sure”, we said. Then we started counting beds and rooms and realized we would have eight of us sleeping in a two bedroomed house. This is when it dawned on us that we had a house on wheels, our RV, parked down the road and we could overflow into that by parking it in our driveway. Cher and I could have our own personalised en suite on driveway.

Mariah quickly became 
a favorite with Julia's boys
Lots of Grandad time

Online Church - our only option under quarantine and lockdown

o
Next thing Mariah arrived from South Africa, the Trotter family, Julia, Chris the three boys and Mariah,  arrived and Cher and I found ourselves sleeping on our driveway in our RV. Added to that recipe, was added a smidge of Lockdown with a dash of Quarantine as Mariah had just arrived by plane from South Africa and we were therefore all potentially Covid recipients or carriers. At a quick count we had eight bodies trapped in a confined space for at least two weeks. If we count our two tenant’s downstairs, we had ten souls, to survive the vagaries of the unknown invisible enemy potentially all around us and possibly in our midst. At that time Canada had about two hundred known cases of Covid and one or two deaths. Four months later, we are at over 100, 000 cases and over 8000 deaths. A viable and available vaccine is at least twelve months away. Sheesh.

As it all turned out it was a stretching, but nevertheless, lovely three weeks. I did notice our tenants furtively peering around doors and quietly slipping on ear protectors when they entered their apartment downstairs. Our grandsons did not really grasp the practical implications of running and jumping up and down on wooden floors upstairs, with people living below. Nevertheless, our tenant Chriss and daughter Deanna, bravely endured. After all the slogan being pumped out across the media waves was “We’re all in this Together”. This was true, but some were more in it than others. One day, we discovered it was our tenant Chriss’s birthday. The entire Gang of Eight (Cornish’s and Trotters) gathered outside her door and sang her a lusty “Happy Birthday” song. Chriss was delighted and all was forgiven, albeit probably not forgotten.

Grandad - freshly inspired
to learn piano.
The days began to develop a pattern. John, James and Peter are homeschooled. Each day, Cher would work on teaching the kids some math and reading. I would oversee a daily online piano lesson. I got so inspired in doing this, that I am now following in their footsteps and frantically trying to catch up with five-year-old Peter with a daily piano lesson for myself. Fortunately, the boys are crazy about Lego and they spent many unsupervised hours laboring away at some incredible creations. I am sure somewhere down the line, Lego will be recognized for its services to the greater good of humanity.

Cher and I each night had to face the music and head out to the RV. It was March, so one would have expected the weather to be warming. Not so much. At night it was more than freezing. We did have a furnace which bravely did it’s best but with limited success. RVs are not best known for their superlative insulation. Cold air would pour down on our heads from the window above us.  I rediscovered an old trick from my boarding school days and began wearing a toque and sleeping with my head under the covers, coming up every so often for a breath of fresh air. Bottom line, we survived. In fact, we thrived. We loved having our family so close to us.

Chris and Julia were slaving away working on getting their house ready for sale. Their three weeks were amazingly productive. Despite my best advice, they bought a house before they had sold theirs. We were in the midst of Pandemic Panic. The housing market had previously been booming, but how their own house’s value would hold up under Covid19 was an unknown. This put them on the hook to potentially buy high and sell low. They were unfazed. “God would provide, as needed”.

Julia and Chris had bought a lovely five-bedroom, five-bathroom house, with the plan to build a sixth bedroom for Mariah in the basement. They had room for a separate home school classroom, separate office for Chris and still have a spare bedroom for guests. As things have turned out, this was a prescient move to have all those bedrooms and bathrooms. More on this later.

We all held our breath when the time came to put their house on the market for sale. Businesses were dropping like flies; Canada had its highest unemployment ever. Would buyers be buying? Would banks be lending? Yikes. As it turns out, within a week they had a good offer and the deal was done. Thank you, Lord for the internet and your gracious provision of a buyer.

All of that had been achieved within three weeks. God is good. Sadly, it was now time for them to go back to their house and wait for the respective property sales to close. Cher and I waved them farewell sadly. It had been busy, stretching and challenging to have so many people crammed into a small space, but we had loved it and now our house felt a bit too quiet and empty.

Mariah, Julia and Cher
taking a break from the work
Family nap and story time. 
Furniture moved? Check
Top to Bottom: John, Peter and James
celebrate their new back yard. 

We moved back into our own bedroom and returned the RV to storage. Having said, that I was starting to build up a long list of jobs that needed doing on the RV to keep it in tip top shape. It is sixteen years old (2004 model), and we had owned it for eight of those years. If any year was going to be a good one, to bite the bullet and do some upgrades, this would be the year, as we clearly weren’t going to be travelling anywhere anytime soon. RVs are a bit like boats. There is nothing cheap about owning, maintaining, or operating them. The only question outstanding was, “Who is going to do the work and how much is it going to cost?”. 

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.