The quiet, secluded and beautiful Pulai Springs Resort in Johor Baru provided a wonderful venue for the Partnership Conference this year. Sadly, as one often finds in this country though, the place was underutilized and suffers somewhat from poor maintenance.

There were sixteen countries represented and we had a great time hearing the reports of the ministry throughout South Asia. As always, I most enjoyed the opportunity to get together with old friends and to make new ones and to do some planning for the upcoming year. Had a super roommate in my friend Blossom and enjoyed the chance to get caught up on their plans to return to Ontario in the near future. I know that I will miss having them with us here but am grateful that we will continue to work together through the Canadian office.

Enabled, Empowered and Encouraged was the theme for the conference and each morning started with a time of worship and a message by one of the country coordinators on each of these topics. There were some pretty practical workshops brought to us by some of the global staff who helped us prepare for the new strategic directions that the ministry is heading into. I never get tired of hearing the stories of individuals who happen to come across the broadcasts and how their lives were changed forever.
A big thanks to the organizing committee who did an amazing job of all the little but important details that came together to ensure a very fruitful time together. Lots of good food, fun and matching T-shirts helped to strengthen the bonds between ministry teams and we all headed back to Singapore together feeling enabled, empowered and encouraged by our time together.

I do not like to take what my profession calls ‘positions of added responsibility’ for reasons that I perhaps will explore in a later post. However, I am I great believer in professional development. I know that the vast majority of the public see this as another unnecessary “holiday” in an already vacation rich job. Let me assure that most of these days are no holiday; indeed this latest one was a great deal of work.

The facilitator for last week’s session was Lauren Wilson, a retired teacher/administrator who now works as an education consultant and who has extensive experience in effective assessment practices. This may bore the life out of most people, but for me it is the heart of the matter. Without honest assessment there is no student progress, a tenet of education that mountains of research has repeatedly proven. The heart of proper assessment is what is called assessment FOR learning; that is to say, assessment that teaches the student how they can improve what they are presently doing. This is known as formative assessment.

In my discipline we teach students how to conduct research and write structural essays that have a credible foundation. If you were to break this into component parts, as I do, there would be fifteen discrete steps. Fourteen of these would be assessment FOR learning; only the last would be assessment OF learning and be recorded. Last Friday I and several colleagues led the three hundred or so teachers of the four pre-University programs through a professional development day to provide greater understanding of this important instrument of student success.

We began with a three hour workshop ourselves for each of the three days prior to the PD day. I already teach a full load and then volunteer to cover the study hall for a period each day, so these three days really taxed me both mentally and physically. But Lauren was enthusiastic and knowledgeable and it was a worthwhile week of learning for me in which I acquired a number of new techniques, some of which I have already put into practice. On the PD day itself we got to teach our colleagues what we ourselves had learned and that too was worthwhile. Our team consisted of me and Shelley, a colleague from this program, and two other ladies from one of our sister pre-U programs. I have to say that we did a more than creditable job in the three workshops that we ran.

Far from being the slack day that the public views professional development as, it was a full and demanding week of learning and teaching in addition to my regular teaching load, and I am looking forward to a somewhat more reduced load for a while so I can get caught up on my regular teaching duties.

I was sort of delegated to attend a workshop in Participatory Learning in Port Dickson last week as everyone else had other commitments.  I admit that I went a little reluctantly given the upheaval in my ministry just now, especially once I discovered that I was to facilitate two of the sessions.  Those who know me know that I am a very reluctant public speaker. I did not learn a whole lot new about participatory methods but had a great time networking with a new organization from Cambodia.

It is however, always exciting to be reminded of the effectiveness of the CHE lessons which are designed to be learner-centered, posing a problem and allowing participants to discover the solution and develop an action plan to deal with it.  I was asked to demonstrate the Ten Seed method and opted to use an actual scenario from our pilot project.

This district is comprised of twelve communes each of which has ten villages made up of approximately 20 homes per village. In spite of the fact that there is an established Commune Council and Women’s Commune Council with representation from all the communes, the region remains very poor. Government money is often made available for projects and many NGOs have come and gone with money for various initiatives yet little progress has been seen over the years. Most people in the district feel that the main problem is lack of money and if they could just get more government or NGO assistance all of their problems would be solved.  The average family income in the district is $100 per month.

Here is the reality for people there that I presented for the demonstration.

Men

There is very little work available for you and in any case it is the responsibility of the women to maintain the home and gardens and provide for the needs of the family. From time to time you are able to make some money to support the family but in reality you spend much of the time sitting together with other men socializing and playing games. Life is a very painful reality for men and the one pleasure is to drink rice wine and beer with your friends.

You give what money you can to your wife for family needs but know that most of your own cash actually goes to alcohol and anyway your wife seems to be able to come up with enough money to get by. You know that the alcohol does affect your family as often you go home at night angry and are at times violent but it is at these times that you are able to get money from your wife, which you will spend on alcohol.

You are pretty sure that about 30% of the money available for your household is spent on alcohol.

Women

In your culture it is the responsibility of the women to keep peace in the family and ensure that the members of your household are cared for. You are able to grow your own rice and vegetables and even to sell some in the market to make a little extra cash. With the addition of some chickens, pigs and fish and your ability to sell some of your own handicrafts you could at least provide the basic needs for your children. The days are very long as you go about your work and care for the children but there is little hope in sight.

Your husband spends most of his afternoons and evenings away with his friends and often comes home very drunk and even violent. At these times he demands that you give him all the money you have and you know that you must do so as it is the responsibility of the wife to keep peace and protect the children. It is therefore impossible for you to save money to pay for necessities such as school supplies and fees. Many children in your village end up dropping out of school and going to the city to work in garment factories or restaurants in order to send money back to the village.

You are well aware that 70% of the available money for your household is spent on alcohol consumption by your husband and teenagers and even, on occasion, by yourself.

Youth

Your schooling has been limited as you quit studying at an early age to try to be of some assistance to your very poor family. There are relatively few teenagers and young adults left in your village as many have gone into the city to work in garment factories or restaurants to send money back to the village. You are able to make a small amount of money by helping out in the market or other odd jobs but see very little hope for your future.

There is very little joy in your life and not a lot to do for fun but you are able to forget about these things when you and your friends get together and drink beer, which you do on a regular basis. You do genuinely want to help your family but also know full well that 80% of the money you get is spent on alcohol.

When this community using ten seeds as a method to express their thoughts anonymously finally agreed that 50% of their income went to alcohol we were able to watch as they calculated that each year the entire community spends $126,000 US dollars on alcohol; money that could have gone to helping the community deal with family, health and education problems.

This is the kind of discussion we are seeking to promote at the community level through our Moral Values training. Not every group is able to attain the level of interaction that would lead to a community resolve to do something about the problem of alcoholism. But I have witnessed first hand how some groups get that far, and listened to others who report that such discussions have led to change and renewed hope at the community level in villages far from any missionary or gospel.

Other dicussions that have followed from Moral Values training have led to villages seeking to know the Truth behind these lessons; and the One who empowers that truth and buries it in the heart so that change becomes permanent. This is not some wealthy Westerner coming to bring riches from his goodie bag that will momentarily solve all ills. These are villagers confronting their own shortcomings in themselves, their culture and their traditions and deciding on a path of renewal. This is part of the work I am involved in.

We appreciate that many of our readers have been praying for one of our Cambodian team, Chantheng. It is my unhappy duty to report that he has now passed away. All of us who knew him are so saddened by the loss of our friend and Christian brother, who is now in the arms of his Lord. Chantheng was a very sweet and fine young man, a husband and dad and a caring nurse with a heart to change the lives of the people that he served.  He will be greatly missed by many.

In our very first training with the healthcare organization that we are working with, we met Chantheng. He was a  quiet and gentle young man and his interest was captured by the moral values lessons that form the core of our community health outreach into Cambodia. Within just a few weeks he had translated ten of the lessons and was using them at a Youth camp with five hundred Youth Peer Educators. He witnessed the effectiveness of the lessons first hand and as the Head of the Youth Program was in a position to lead their integration into the regular youth program. Perhaps even more importantly those lessons began to work their way into Chantheng’s own heart.

He showed up to visit with us at the second training session even though he was not a participant and when the organization decided to continue to explore the integration of CHE into their outreach, Chantheng volunteered to work with us.  We had a wonderful week with his team last November as we began our pilot project north of Siem Reap.  Chantheng delighted in introducing us to his four year old daughter and newborn son.  We were all quite surprised when he presented his plan to implement CHE, with God as part of the plan. The Lord was clearly at work through this man, and we rejoiced to see his enthusiasm for this project

This past December I had the real joy of chatting with him online and was able to respond to his comment during that conversation, “I want to be a son of God.” What a joy and a privilege it was to lead him through the Biblical steps toward a spiritual relationship with Christ. However our joy quickly turned to sorrow in June as we were all shocked to discover Chantheng was diagnosed with terminal cancer and was not expected to survive for long.

I am grateful that on my last trip to Cambodia I was able have one last visit with Chantheng, although it was difficult to see him so ill.  My heart went out to see him suffer so, but I was grateful to the TWR Cambodia staff who were a real support to both Chantheng and his wife through this difficult time. Please pray for Chantheng’s family as they struggle to make sense of this tremendous loss to them and their community. Pray for the workers that he has left behind that they might rise to a measure of this fine man’s enthusiam and dedication for the welfare of his country. Please continue to pray for the Lord’s witness in Cambodia; a country so desperately in need of the gospel of grace and the transforming power of Christ.

Moving house is fraught with peril in Malaysia so we are very grateful that the home that we settled into more than five years ago continues to meet our needs so well.  One of the real blessings has been the BBQ pit and  the air conditioned multi-purpose hall that we are able to take advantage of, at a very reasonable rental rate. A beautiful swimming pool is just the icing on the cake, especially for children who visit.

Over the past month we have become aware of a number of new expats who have come to teach in a newly opened learning center and to serve in campus ministry.  Last evening we had a great time hosting a BBQ for about thirty kids, young adults and a few older folks.  There was plenty of good food, opportunities to get to know new people and to worship together in music. With one guitarist from the older group and one from the younger, we had a nice mix of music.

We do love our fellowship at national churches and the many national and international believers that we have met there. It adds a whole new dimension to worship when the worship team is largely made up of our African brothers and sisters. However we have met very few western friends who share our faith and our burden for ministry.  Had some great discussions about ofthe impact missions over the years and our particular understanding of the best means of reaching out and developing communities.

We are praying that this will be the beginning of new friendships and opportunities to collaborate on ongoing ministries.

Although I live in Malaysia and do most of my ministry in Cambodia, the Asian head office of my mission, Trans World Radio, is in Singapore. Over the past several months TWR has made significant changes to the organization of their work in Asia. This week I went to the Singapore office to discuss how those changes impact my role. I had the opportunity to present my vision for ministry both verbally and in the form of a funding proposal that I prepared.

As I am not in the Singapore office on a daily or even weekly basis, there are many who do not fully understand what I do for the mission. (I dare say there are many in Canada who don’t either!) So it was entirely understandable that it took me a few days and several meetings to explain alll that I have been doing for the past five years. However, with patience and perseverence I managed to cover not only the particulars of what I do, but also my Christ-given burden and passion for the lost and desperately needy of this part of the world. Along with an increased understanding of my role, I left Singapore with a new job description as Co-ordinator of Wholistic Ministries for SE Asia.

I can understand if the title doesn’t convey much to you. It does sound like a fancy way of not saying much, doesn’t it? Perhaps I can help you put it into some kind of perspective. Last evening as I was doing some editing for the monthly report of the Community Health Project that we have been doing in Cambodia I came across a testimony from a pastor who had attended a lesson given by our TWR staff on moral issues. (I promise that in a near post I will give you an example of one of the scenarios we use in the field). His response helps to define what a ‘wholistic ministry’ seeks to achieve.

Romdoul is the pastor at Beth El Veal Rinh Church. He didn’t think that he would be able to attend the training because he was busy planning for a camping trip the following week. However, he felt compelled by God to come, and he was happy and excited that he had. He said in his letter, “I know it is not an accident but rather God who planned for me to be here. I feel so surprised and excited with all lessons I have heard because they are new and wonderful to me. Actually, I feel so sad and concerned because one of the kids in my church has died because of careless parents and an uncaring church.

“However after I learned one lesson about good health I started to realize that I am missing some part of taking care of my church. I care about the spiritual things but I never think about the physical. But this lesson motivates me to think about good health which involves spiritual, physical, social, and relationships (shalom). Good relationships is the part that I really love because it helps me to reflect about where I am right now. A good relationship is the source of good health.

“There are four parts of good relationships which are self, others, environment, and God. So, this lesson guides me to think about God’s ministry. After this training, I have a plan to train my church members to know about CHE [the program of moral lessons that we use] and develop my church and community. One village that I need to start in is named Tro Peang Ro Pove. In that village the people have no higher education and they never care about their family plan or children. I know it will be hard to develop and change their thoughts but I surely know that God is with me and I can do all things through Christ.”

This godly man has cared for the people of God for years, but never knew how to reach out into the community and begin to change the lives of the people in the broken places that they live. Alcoholism, unemployment, parental neglect and ignorance stalk the villages of South-East Asia like a plague. Simply preaching the gospel “at” these people is not enough to bring about change. Throwing money at the problem that simply disappears into the hands of the greedy and dissolute doesn’t help either. Change needs to come from the community itself.

That is what wholistic ministry seeks to do. What I seek to do is to bring many groups together using the resources of the country itself to bring about that wholistic change. It is a daunting and sometimes thankless task filled with misunderstanding and frustration. A new title is not going to change that reality. But it does give me a new place to stand. I would appreciate your prayers.

Pam and I love to travel. Given the nature of her ministry, she gets to do more of it than I do. But I really can’t complain as I truly do get more than my fair share. Pam just got back from Singapore, a missions related visit that was nothing more than a series of meetings with her peers and superiors; necessary, but essentially business travel. Next week she will be going to a local conference on participatory learning. We will drive to Port Dickson early enough to grab a bite to eat somewhere on the waterfront. Again, not a huge trip, but certainly an enjoyable afternoon for me, and a week at a nice hotel for Pam.

One of my colleagues is packing up to return to Canada. This is significant for me as I might have to cover her responsibilities in the short term (up to Christmas) to help out the team. What was more germane to this post was her email informing the staff of the importance of keeping a travel log, as the company we work for requires this on exit. I am hoping I don’t have to exit anytime soon, but I thought it might be a useful exercise as well as saving me some grief at some point in the future.

One purpose of this blog is that is serves as a useful reminder of where we have been and what we have done since we arrived here (thanks Jon for suggesting it and setting it up for us!). This is fortunate because all those little custom stamps on your passport are hard to read and it is useful to have a backup site to check dates and locations. So far I have compiled a list just shy of 40 trips. That doesn’t include trips within Malaysia, as they don’t get stamped. That is quite a list in just five years. I would estimate that Pam’s list would be at least twice that.

Some of those places have been nearby, such as Singapore, barely five hours done the road from here. Some have been wildly exotic, like the Great Wall of China and the Little Barrier Reef of Australia. Wherever, it has been a great privilege to live in this part of the world, and I thank God for the opportunities we have had to see some of His beautiful creation before age and finances drive us home for good. We will never see the world in the same way again.

A friend and colleague committed suicide last week. Staff and students have been understandably upset by this tragic and shocking event, while the local press have had a field day with sensational and largely imaginary stories and lurid photographs. Pam and I have done our share of grief counseling over the past week, helping others to gain some perspective on why someone would do this. At my friend’s memorial service yesterday I sang Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven” as a reminder that there will come a day when all grief is gone. But as I have reflected on the events and conversations of the past week, I have been driven to consider the importance of that most fundamental of all Christian truths: the doctrine of forgiveness.

As a non-believer I can tell you that I struggled long and hard with my own need for forgiveness. Why do I need to be forgiven – with the emphasis on the ‘I’ – when there were so many people in the world much more wicked than I was? After years of study of Eastern religions, especially Taoism, I considered myself a very ‘spiritual’ person and my spiritual pride wouldn’t allow me to admit that I NEEDED to be forgiven.

By finally reading the gospels myself I came to understand what God’s standard for spirituality actually was. And quite frankly I was astounded. Because as I read through the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5-7) I realized that God’s requirement for admission into heaven was nothing short of perfection; absolute sinless perfection (Matt. 5:48). That was a standard that even in MY vanity and arrogance I knew I could never obtain. Therefore I needed forgiveness; and I had to humble myself before a perfect God to obtain it.

Once I understood this, and understood that Christ had already paid for my sins by his sacrificial death, asking God to forgive me became not only logical, but easy. But accepting Christ’s sacrifice for my sins opened up a whole new realm that I hadn’t even considered. I almost at once began to feel lighter in my spirit. God had forgiven me! Not for what I had just done, but for everything I had EVER done. In one simple act I had wiped the slate clean! I was a new man and before me lay a whole new world of possibilities. Forgiveness had given me new hope and new purpose, and I couldn’t wait to see what God had in store for me.

Then I began to consider what my actions had cost others, and I felt strangely drawn to the idea of seeking their forgiveness as well. I had read in scripture that this was what I SHOULD do (Matt 5:23-26), but that was almost redundant; this is what I WANTED to do. I had set myself right with God, now I wanted to be set at right with others as well. It felt liberating as I made my way through past friends and associates making amends for thoughtless and unkind words and deeds. Understandably not everyone wanted to forgive me; in fact some were still pretty ticked and I dare say there are still some out there who remain so. But you know, pretty quickly I began to see that this was their problem, not mine. I just had to make it right with whoever was willing, and leave the rest to God.

That led to a further lesson in forgiveness; the need to forgive others for their offenses against me. This is a much harder lesson to learn, and it has occupied much of the time since my salvation. People are going to offend you all the time; people are going to let you down and do wrong things against you. Dealing with that – especially if they won’t admit their fault – is a difficult business, and I can’t really say that I have entirely completed my lessons in this area. But I am getting better at it, and I do recognize that God puts a reasonable limit on the process of reconciliation (Matt 18:15-17).

But the last lesson on forgiveness is possibly the hardest and most important lesson of all: you must learn to forgive yourself. If you don’t forgive yourself, then you are never going to be at peace with yourself and everything you do to paper that hole over with hugs and smiles and high fives will not silence the voices inside that tell you that you are not worthy of life. Forgiving yourself means recognizing that despite all of your efforts, despite even the grace of God that has saved you and given you purpose and hope in life, you are still going to mess up and hurt people because of your limitations and failures. God knows this, and loves you anyway and has already forgiven you not only for everything you HAVE done, but for everything you WILL do! That is the astounding power of forgiveness.

This is not to say that you should give up on allowing Christ to transform you, or thinking that it is okay for you to sin because God will forgive you. This doctrine of ‘cheap grace’ that has become popular in some circles is an insult to the sacrifice of Christ in paying for those sins. But it does mean trusting that God will never let you go. You have put your trust in Him and you understand that while there is nothing that you can do to earn your salvation – since you could never by your own effort achieve perfection – there is also nothing that can take you out of God’s hand; nothing than you have done or will ever do; not even taking your own life (Romans 8: 35-39). There will be no tears in heaven.

Forgiveness may look at first glance a difficult and even unnecessary act of humility. It seems to be something that we do FOR Someone else, and not for ourselves. But the longer I live and the more I learn about forgiveness the more I understand that it is for US, for OUR health and strength, for OUR peace of mind that God desires that we seek His forgiveness. Forgiveness is a gift that He wants to give us. Forgiveness is what makes us whole.

If Christ is your Saviour, you are forgiven! Go ahead and have a great life!

Neil Macdonald: Remembering Archie Barr, Canada’s honourable spy

About The Author
Neil Macdonald is the senior Washington correspondent for CBC News, which he joined in 1988 following 12 years in newspapers. Before taking up this post in 2003, Macdonald reported from the Middle East for five years.

 

Many years ago, I was a young reporter working on what appeared to be a bombshell tip. I placed a call to a man named Archie Barr. I’d been told that Robert Coates, Brian Mulroney’s new defence minister, had compromised himself, and a briefcase containing national secrets, somewhere in Europe. Apparently hookers were involved. We had further been told that some top-secret government agency was investigating.

At the time, Barr ran a top-secret government agency: the Canadian Security Intelligence Service. He was its deputy director. He assured me CSIS was not investigating any such story. Though he said some other agency might be and, if it were, it might not have seen fit to tell CSIS. So I kept digging. Long story short, we found out that Coates and two assistants had been in a bar featuring strippers and hookers outside the Canadian military base in Lahr, Germany. There was no briefcase of secrets involved, but Coates’s officials had misled Lahr’s base commander. They had used his official car, were tailed by military police and had spread expense-account money around the bar. Coates resigned and Privy Council Office security officials, we discovered, had been looking into the case.

When I returned from Germany, though, I read in the Toronto Sun that CSIS had also been pursuing an investigation. I’ll never forget the reply when I called Archie Barr back and demanded to know why he had denied it: “Our investigation started a few seconds after you walked out my door,” he said. “This is a two-way street, young fellow.” That’s called being schooled by a pro. Not your usual cop

Archie Barr died quietly last Sunday in Kingston, Ont., after decades of kidney disease. He was in his late-70s.
He joined the RCMP at 18 and would eventually be sent off by the force to the Royal College of Defence Studies in London, U.K. I cannot say I knew him well. I’m not sure anyone did. He was a cipher even to other spies, and Scots-Canadian farm boys from Winnipeg don’t open easily to others, especially reporters. But I grew to consider him something of a friend. I also realized he was one of the smartest people I had ever met. We’ve corresponded for years.

When I first met him, in 1982, he was still a cop — a chief superintendent in the RCMP security service, where he’d spent a career chasing around Cold War spies and trying to persuade East Bloc diplomats and citizens to betray their countries. I had met lots of cops by that time, but none like him.

He didn’t believe in the us-versus-them code that guides most police. He believed that law enforcement agencies are there to protect the civil rights of the population, not violate them. He believed that if someone is investigated and found to be without fault, the fact that person was investigated at all should remain a deeply guarded secret. He also believed, as did at least two royal commissions that examined the sometimes illegal antics of the RCMP, that police, with their black-and-white, arrest-the-bad-guy approach, don’t make good intelligence agents. And he talked freely about “our sins.” He felt the Mounties had some atoning to do.

Starting CSIS
That view didn’t make him particularly popular in certain circles of the RCMP. Nonetheless, he went on to become the guiding intellect behind the establishment of CSIS, Canada’s first civilian intelligence agency.
“It would not have happened without Archie,” an old colleague who followed him into CSIS told me this week. “It was uncommon within the RCMP to run into someone with his intelligence and determination.” CSIS was a quid pro quo. The new agency was given unheard-of powers, subject to judicial approval. In return, Archie Barr ensured CSIS submitted to an unheard-of level of oversight — both its inspector general and the Security Intelligence Review Committee have carte blanche to go through its files.

“He knew the faith and credit of the Canadian public was the agency’s bread and butter,” said his former co-spy. “He is probably most responsible for what we have now, which is a pretty good agency, with a reputation around the world.” Barr was a counter-intelligence guy from another era. He was a close friend of Sir William Stephenson, the famed Canadian “Man called Intrepid” whose spying on Nazi Germany helped change the course of the Second World War. Barr even introduced me once to the great spymaster.

He was also a trusted contemporary of James Jesus Angleton, the fanatically anti-Communist CIA executive who tore that agency apart during the 1960s and 1970s, looking for Soviet moles. Angleton at one point named former Canadian prime ministers Pierre Trudeau and Lester B. Pearson as possible Communist agents, and it is probably no coincidence that Barr and a few other young Mounties began Operation Featherbed, a mole-chasing exercise that ended up investigating hundreds, if not thousands of Canadians, including journalists and, reportedly, Trudeau himself. “We did probably cast the net too wide,” says Archie’s ex-colleague today. “But we knew we were penetrated, and operations were going sour, and we did what we had to do.” Featherbed was sealed decades ago, and remains sealed today.

A frightening power
Being part of operations such as Featherbed almost certainly had something to do with Barr’s conviction later in life that intelligence agencies need leashes. Justice John Major delivered a scathing report in June 2010 on the RCMP and CSIS and the way they handled the 1985 Air India bombing. He called it a ‘cascading series of errors.’ (Canadian Press). It may have even contributed to his belief that intelligence agents and reporters were not adversaries, but, in their own ways, support systems for democracy, something he tried routinely to convince his colleagues of. We both attempt to uncover bad behaviour, he once told me, we just report it differently.

That’s not to say Barr was everyone’s source. But he would pick up his phone, and he would answer serious questions, and reporters who bothered would learn that there are real threats to Canada’s security and that dealing with them is a serious business. He provided some insights I will never forget. People never see themselves as they truly are, he used to say. Even the smartest ones. If you understand that, and you can understand how a person does see himself, you can exercise a frightening power over that individual. That is how a good spy handles his agents, and that is how cult leaders exercise their hold on people, and that is how good managers manage. It is also why reporters can be so easily manipulated, and realizing that is essential if you want to do the job properly.

Deniability
From time to time, I felt I could recognize Barr’s theories and musings in accounts by certain other journalists. Often, it would be those accounts of politicians who loved having secret organizations at their disposal, and who wanted results, but of course also wanted deniability in the event something went wrong. And things did go wrong. Archie’s personal demon was Babbar Khalsa, the Sikh extremist group almost certainly responsible for the Air India bombings in 1985. CSIS was a young agency, still running on RCMP rules, and it failed, probably more because of human error and imperfection and bad judgment than laziness or malfeasance.

From where I sit, Archie Barr was a Canadian patriot. More reporters should meet spies like him. He may have sinned. We all have. But he was among the very few responsible for making the shadowy world more accountable to the public it serves.

A footnote: I was sued by Bob Coates for the story about his adventures in Germany, and in the course of testimony, a rather foolish ex-boss at the newspaper for which I worked blurted out that Neil Macdonald had a source in CSIS.
Coates of course wanted the name and I tried the journalistic stonewall, but the reality soon became clear. I had a choice: Name Archie Barr or lose the lawsuit. I finally called him, and he told me that if it became public that he had spoken to me, he’d be finished at CSIS. That said, if the newspaper promised to appeal, he would come forward himself if the case was lost in the high court.

Eventually, he said, we all have to take responsibility for what we do. As it turned out, Coates dropped the suit, so it wasn’t necessary. But I am certain Archie Barr would have stepped forward.
Like I said, he was a pro.

From my earliest memories, my mom’s youngest brother, Uncle Archie was somewhat of a hero in our family, and to me in particular. We didn’t get to see him often but each visit was a family event. I remember his wedding day and a few brief visits to Denfield but most of all I treasure the few times as a young girl that I was able to stay with he and Aunt Judy and their growing family. Uncle Arch would keep me in stitches with the antics of “Mervin Wicket” a fictitious character who was always up to no good. There was never a dull moment in their home, especially the times that I stayed with Judy and the kids while Arch was away on some assignment or other.

While in my nursing training, I would often spend my holidays in Ottawa and looked to Archie and Judy for advice and an understanding of my family history and how the Barr family worked. I listened to Archie’s stories of the exotic places that he had visited and that only served to fuel my desire to explore the world. I will always treasure, even the very difficult nights I spent with Arch at Judy’s bedside in London, as he supported and encouraged her and spoke so dearly of his love for Judy and the family they had together. I have watched with such respect over the years as Arch and Beverley taught us all how deal with loss and physical struggles with courage and dignity. He took every aspect of his life very seriously and developed a deep and abiding faith in God and love for all that He created.  My thoughts and prayers are with Beverley, Charlie, Peter, Linda and Heather and their families as they say their final good-byes and honour the life that he lived.

ARCHIE McARTHUR BARR (1935-2012) From his humble beginnings as a Winnipeg farm boy, Archie joined the RCMP in 1953. Through his strong convictions and keen intellect, he quickly developed a reputation within the intelligence community, culminating with him attending the prestigious Royal College of Defence Studies in London, England in 1979-1980. Archie rose to the rank of Chief Superintendent of the RCMP and went on to become one of the founding Directors of the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS). After working as a high-level consultant for the Federal Government, he retired to his small private investigating service specializing in genealogical research. He will be profoundly missed by his family and extensive network of friends for his perception and intelligence, his fierce loyalty, and his mischievous sense of humor. “Your woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep” Sleep well, Old Horse.