On Friday I told the story of how I spent two
years with my back turned on my God-given calling to be a teacher. True, it
wasn't totally within my control, as my wife was attending university in
Tucson, AZ and I couldn't get a job teaching French. And God is good, for He
used the entire time to help solidify in my mind that He wanted me to
... Teach!
But how to get back into teaching French, when there wasn't much need for
French teachers in the United States?
God had this figured out as well...
As my wife neared the end of her post-graduate program, she began thinking
about a job. One day in January, she happened to notice a bulletin board
that she had never noticed before (And yes, we actually DID watch a physical
board...). Going over to investigate, she realized that there were job
openings pinned to that board (and yes we ARE old enough to have been
looking for jobs before the computer age...). She idly began scanning them,
and one in particular caught her eye... It was for a Speech-Language
Pathologist with something called the “Porcupine Health Unit”, in a place
called “Timmins, Ontario”. Now, for my California-born wife, “Ontario” meant
a city east of Los Angeles. When she would later look it up, however, she
realized it wasn't in California at all. In fact, it wasn't even in the
United States. It was in ... Canada!
Wait. Don't they speak French in Canada? Aren't French teachers at least
able to finds jobs in that country?
My wife applied for the position, which she would learn was way up north in
the eastern province of Ontario, and the Health Unit flew us out for an
interview. It was mid-February, and while spring was beginning to show its
head in Tucson, Timmins was still deep in the thralls of their coldest month
with temperatures of -20 to -30 C. We were thrilled by the novelty of it
all, however, and figuring winter was about over, we didn't let it phase us.
The interview was a breeze, and my wife was offered a job on the spot.
Speech-Language Pathologists were in short supply in those days, especially
in northern Canada, and the interview primarily was about convincing her she
wanted to work for them. They also put us up in the fanciest hotel in the
town, they dined us and escorted us around the region, they rented us a car,
they even set me up with an interview with the local public school board. Is
any one surprised that French teachers were also in short supply in that
northern town? Before we left, I also was offered a job! And then the Health
Unit set us up with a real estate agent, and they even contacted the local
member of parliament MP about our immigration applications and offered to
sponsor both of us through the immigration process.
Was this God calling me back into teaching? I mean, how did a note from such
a far-away place end up on a bulletin board in Tucson Arizona? And how was
it that my wife just happened to look that day at the notices?
It didn't seem that God could be any clearer, and needless to say, we both
accepted our job offers and begin preparing to move from the desert of the
American southwest into the northlands of Canada.
One of the sad things I had to do before moving to Canada was to inform my
clients that I would no longer be serving them. I took some of them out to
dinner to make the announcements. Most of them were retired, and all of them
were sad I would be leaving. It made me question my decision. Fortunately,
it was already too late to put a stop to our move to Canada.
After telling my clients, I still had one more notable person to tell: My
manager. The perfect opportunity would soon present itself. He invited me
out for lunch. Excellent. I would pop the news at the end of our meal. What
I didn't know was that he had ulterior motives for inviting me for lunch. He
began his spiel by telling me what a great Financial Planner I was, and then
he offered to promote me to office manager! My mouth dropped open and I
gulped to keep from choking on my sandwich. “Well,” I said, “I am flattered
by the offer, but I was just going to tell you that my wife and I are moving
to Canada at the end of June, and, well, I wanted to hand in my
resignation!”
Talk about God's timing again! If we hadn't already had all of our plans
made to move to Canada, would I have been tempted to accept the promotion
and stay on? I don't know, but I'm happy God removed that temptation from
me.
My wife and I loaded our things on a moving truck at the beginning of June,
but since she wasn't scheduled to begin work until the first of July and it
would take 3-4 weeks for our things to arrive, we decided to camp for three
weeks at her parents' home in southern California. It was probably around 35
degrees C. in Tucson at that time, and only slightly cooler in California.
We had only taken a few clothes with us, mostly shorts and T-shirts and
sandals, and the rest of our clothing was on the moving truck. It was, after
all, summer. We wouldn't need anything else!
You can imagine our dilemma when we arrived in Timmins at the end of June to
find it was... 3 C.!
It didn't daunt us at first. I was so excited to be back in God's will for
my life. It was hard, however, to remain optimistic when we were having to
borrow winter coats from people to stay warm, while the locals were all
running around...in shorts and T-shirts! And of course, all the local people
thought we were crazy. I don't know how many times we were asked, “What in
the world made you want to come from Tucson to...Timmins?!” After awhile we
got tired of this question, so we started telling them that one day we had
succumbed to heat stroke in Tucson, and when we work up, we were in Timmins.
It least it broke the intense seriousness of their question...
In all, it was a good move for us, and we thank God for bringing us to
Canada. I was initially teaching French to English-speaking students in
grades 2-8, and I immediately ran into motivational issues. Once again, I
had to rely heavily on God to motivate those kids. My wife was also working
with a pediatric population, when most of her training had been with adults;
so after two years, we moved to a new location, this time in southern
Ontario!
God's Word says, "'For I know the plans I
have for you,' declares the Lord,
'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a
future.'" (Jeremiah 29:11 NIV). He has His ways of getting us back on
track, and His timing is impeccable. I praise God that He went to such
effort to get me back on track, and the entire experienced caused me to
realize how important it is to rely on Him...for everything!
In His love,
Rob Chaffart