May 2009


In the middle of exam week, when I’m trying to finish up my marks, get in a few days with Pam before she leaves for Thailand for a week, and get myself packed to come home, I volunteered to conduct a workshop at Taylor’s. I’m thinking twenty to thirty teachers in a classroom, with lots of desk space to spread things out and lots of hands on activities. Instead I get a hundred teachers in a lecture theatre. I found out the day before my English exam, and three days before the event the true nature of this ‘workshop’. The last two days I have been retooling what I thought I was going to do in a classroom into what will work for a larger venue and a much more restricted workspace.

In my usual ‘get prepared way over the top’ way I had about four hours worth of stuff ready, so I had no problem filling the two hours I was scheduled to speak. The audience consisted of Malaysian High School teachers from a number of disciplines, mostly the sciences. But I teach English, so that is what I taught. Poetry, to be precise. The topic of my talk was Interactive Learning, and over the years I have found poetry to be one of those parts of the curriculum that is most interactive. I did the usaul: poetic rhythm and Haiku, but in my research I came across Ghazal, an ancient Persian poetic form that is well suited to interactive learning. In Ghazal each member of the group write one couplet on a theme you assign, and all the member of the group put their couplets – or shers, as they are properly called – together to form a poem. The ones on the subject of money were very clever. The ones on lonliness were most touching.

My group was a little reluctant to get started. Those of you who know me know that I can be a bit formidable at first blush. But after a few minutes of me running up and down through the auditorium soliciting volunteers they soon loosened up, and by the end I had a hard time getting them out of there for lunch. We had a lot of fun together and we all learned something from the experience.

I sat for lunch with a very articulate and well educated group of them who worked in a school of four thousand students, with classrooms of forty students each. Their English was impeccable and they knew full well the challenges that they and their country faced to bring Malaysia into the first world. They earned my admiration for the enormous job they do, and my appreciation for a very rewarding teaching experience. For more information on Ghazal and great review of Haiku, go to:

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It is hard to believe that we have been here two years already. Where did the time go? I have just finished my fourth term, and I am in the process of marking the final exam and compiling the students’ marks. It has been another great year, filled with learning for both me and my students.

I just passed my sixtieth birthday, as I’m sure you are aware, and as a result I got a lot of nice cards and notes from others who wrote of my passion for this profession and my commitment to the kids I teach. For me it has always been a no-brainer: find what you are gifted in and like to do (the Lord is no fool; the two are connected), then pour your heart and soul into it.

Tomorrow I get to expand my expertise a little further, presenting teaching and learning in an interactive manner to a group of Malaysian secondary school teachers coming to Taylor’s for some in-service workshops. It has always been my goal to share what I have learned with my younger colleagues, and I am looking forward to the opportunity.

Pam continues to develop her expertise as well, leaving on Tuesday for Chiang Mai for a Project Hannah Consultation, where she will meet with Marli Spieker and discuss her new responsibilities for South-East Asia. A busy time for both of us as we also have to prepare to fly home in less than two weeks, but a rewarding time as well as we continue to have an impact on the world around us.

Live Long and Prosper

There are a lot of you out there who like to think that you are original trekkers. Not so. You had to have been a Palladin fan first. You had to have grown up with a lot of corny westerns like The Lone Ranger and Gunsmoke so that when Have Gun, Will Travel came along you recognized it for what it was: a morality tale wrapped in the guise of a western that featured tight dialogue and well-crafted scripts. You had to have been disappointed when Palladin’s lead actor Richard Boone’s next project – a repetoire company doing a series of television plays – was rejected in favour of Hawaii Five-O.  You would have to have recognized the divine providence involved in Boone’s best writer, Gene Roddenberry, leaving to do a morality tale wrapped in a space epic instead. That is how Star Trek was born, and I have been a fan from the beginning; watching every show, and delighting in the interplay of personalities and the subtleties of social criticism that it offered.

But here’s news: I never liked Kirk. He was a self-important pompous ass, as was (and is) William Shatner. I liked Spock: his cool reserve, his ascerbic wit. I liked his insight into the human condition. I liked the fact that Leonard Nimoy didn’t like Spock, and tried to distance himself from his alter ego (famously declaring “I am not Spock!”). I liked it that Nimoy refused to get involved in the excesses that Star Trek later indulged in, such as Star Trek: Generations, which managed in one show to make a travesty out of all the iconic material that Star Trek fans had spent a generation (there’s an irony worthy of a Vulcan) investing in the show.

Of this new show Nimoy says “These people, the makers of this film, awakened in me the passion I had when me made the original film and series. [Star Trek] went off in a direction that I didn’t relate to very well, that’s the simplest way to put it. I was put back in touch with what I cared about, what I liked about Star Trek.”  Me too. What  all the spin offs of this series failed to realize, and what Abrams recaptures, is the chemistry in the original characters. They are in fact living out Richard Boone’s original concept: a repetoire company of well-loved characters playing out a series of original scripts, comfortably the same, and endlessly new.

The show is great, and if you haven’t seen it I highly recommend it. It is the best in the series since The Undiscovered Country, and I don’t mind that Abrams has allowed the characters to morph slightly and develop elements that were not there in the original series, any more than I mind different interpretations of Lear or Willy Loman. However, I must admit I blanched a little when the elder Spock – who  incidentally brings the same unspoken gravitas to the film as he did throughout the series – wishes his younger incarnation “Good Luck.” Ouch! Is it too late to reshoot that scene?



You have come a long way in those 60 years and it has been such a joy and privilege to spend more than half of them with you. 

Thank you for the joy that we shared on our wedding day as we began this journey together.  Raising our three amazing children was absolutely delightful, and at times totally frightening, but we did it together and always had God to lead us. We rebuilt cars and renovated old houses and ventured to far away places and I have loved our life together. 

In so many ways, it feels like now is the opportunity to reap the benefit of many years of hard work and commitment to each other even through some difficult times.  I am so happy to be here in Malaysia with you, seeing the impact that you continue to have on the lives of the students that you teach.  Never one to take the easy way out, you are still using the gifts that God has blessed you with, to the fullest and I honour you for that.  I love you and look forward to seeing where God will take us in the adolescence of our old age.

Marli Spieker

I was reading Marli Spieker’s testimony this past week and was captured by these words:

“ God is able to bring Beauty out of ashes and hope out of despair. If He can use a simple mother and grandmother from South Brazil to go around the world in His name and for His sake, he certainly has a plan for you today. He wants to open your horizons and take you out of your comfort zone so that you will stand in the gap.”


Marli Spieker grew up in Brazil where as a teenager she began working in slums, brothels and bars offering hope, feeding, bathing, loving and telling about the love of Jesus.
It was there that she and her husband Edmund, began what is now more than thirty years of service with Trans World Radio. They moved to the States to join the international team and Edmund served for more than ten years as TWR’s International Director. Since 1983, Marli has been leading women’s ministries in The United States and Canada.
With their three children grown and independent, Marli was finally able to join her husband for the extended periods of time he spent in the Asia Pacific region.  Although she went without any clear picture of what ministry opportunity she would have there, God soon began to lead her in a very different direction than she had imagined. It was while she was in Singapore that she was challenged by the needs of the suffering women in Asia, Africa and Latin America and really saw the power of radio to reach, even in to the privacy of their own homes, these women so isolated by poverty, despair and fear.
From this passion and years of prayer and hard work, Project Hannah has grown into the ministry that it is today.

I am very much looking forward to attending a three day Project Hannah Consultation in Chiang Mai, next week where I will finally get to meet with Marli and explore the details of my new role as Project Hannah Facilitator for Southeast Asia.

025We have seen a lot of countries in our lives. Somewhere up around forty by now, we think. And in all those countries we have seen many more cities. Some, like Paris and London are justifiably famous. Others like Orvieto and Colmar are underappreciated jewels. But we go to Singapore every chance we get for its cleanliness, modern architectural beauty and comfortable colonial charm, which it wisely preserves and enhances.

Pam had a conference, which she will blog about later, and Steve has a birthday coming up, which he undoubtedly – in his typically humble way – will crow about later. Both had a wish to enjoy a meal atop Swiss Hotel’s Stamford Towers on the 72nd floor overlooking Singapore Harbour. The meal was wonderful, the view even better, but each other’s company on a road that has taken us to so many of the world’s most beautiful places, was the most enjoyable thing of all for both of us. Surely God is good to those who have learned to let Him lead them along this road called life.

Star and Garter

My parents went back to England when I was 18. My sister had already decided to move back herself and her new boyfriend, shortly to be her husband, solidified that decision. Wyn left with my parents and stayed with them for a while before moving on to a Kibbutz in Israel, leaving me with a difficult decision. Should I leave Canada, a country I had grown to love, to be closer to my family, or stick it out in Toronto alone?

Never one to close doors, I tried making my living in London, England for six months, slogging ale in a trendy pub in Soho called the Star and Garter. I didn’t mind the work, despite being up to my ankles in beer every lunch hour (the pub was a frenzy of activity, and with six of us in a tiny square of space, a fair amount of spillage was just one of the work conditions). What I objected to was the pay, barely enough to cover food, bus fare and rent and nothing put aside. In my tiny flat there were rats in the loo in the hallway, and not enough heat to keep the frost off the inside of the windows. It was a miserable way to live, and pretty standard in England in those days. Borrowing airfare from my brother, I high-tailed it back to Canada, and have been happy to be Canadian ever since. We have our problems as a country, to be sure, but of all the places I have travelled, it is by far the nicest, most decent place to live.

So it came with some true reluctance to file for non-resident status on our income tax form this year. No, we haven’t given up our citizenship, nowhere near. But we have declared ourselves to be non-residents of Canada. It is a step we never intended to take, but circumstances dictate otherwise. To remain residents will cost us too much in that we are forced to pay not only tax in both countries, but to also pay tax on our Malaysian income in Canada for the privilege of remaining residents of Canada. At the same time our residence in Malaysia ensures that we receive no benefit in Canada for the tax that we pay there.

We are, in some small sense, lowering the flag, and by doing so following the advice that we received two years ago when we came here. It has been only our stubborn national pride that kept us from acknowledging the obvious: now we bow to the inevitable leveler, the tax law.

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