Any person who deigns to read this blog may feel inclined to ask: “Why did you want to make a record of a plain and simple thing like a trip to Canada? Hasn’t that been done before?”
My answer is as follows: “Yes, it has. But not by me. Moreover, people who have done similar trips have not necessarily documented them the way I hope to.” And if that does not adequately answer the question, then I will say, “I wrote it just for the heck of it. And because it will be cool to read one day when my memory isn’t as it should be; to relive my adventures all over again. Like in two years time, perhaps.”
I hope to use my photographs – along with the generous use of words – to paint pictures of my travels, church life and other experiences … Some readers will follow my tales of small-city and small-church life religiously; others will not – popping in now and then to see if I’m okay. And that’s just fine with me.
So, without further ado, let’s dive right in with some background …
For those who know me, and have wondered if I will be joining Leonard and Lorie in Edmonton, I won’t. I am going to Quesnel, a town in the Cariboo District of British Columbia, around 660km north of Vancouver and 840km west of Edmonton. As far as I can ascertain, there is nothing particularly noteworthy about the town, although its residents may disagree. Really, I know nothing about it. I don’t know where I will live, I know next to nothing about the church I will be going to, I don’t know how long I will stay.
All I do know is that I have felt a tug to Canada for the last six or seven years. That tug got stronger three years ago, and then, by the end of last year, became something I had to pursue.
So, why exactly am I going? Because I felt it was where God wanted me, and because it’s what I live to do – to serve the church. Oh, and because my friends Brian and Lisa, who lead Lakeview Church, asked me to come. God’s call has previously taken me to Mongolia (that’s outer, not inner), throughout southern Africa, France and Madagascar. Each time I have been stretched and challenged to trust God more. Preparing for this move has been no different. After five months jumping through hoops for the Canadian visa authorities, I now have a W-1 working visa. I’ll have more details on what that means when I arrive in B.C.
But, let me try to end before I prattle on and lose you completely. My evenings are currently filled with farewells, my days with thoughts on things I need to get in place before I leave this Wednesday, the 15th. I will be flying via London to Geneva, where I will see some friends, before flying out of Europe and on to Vancouver in early June. After a night in Vancouver I’ll fly up to Prince George and then travel on to Quesnel by car, God willing.
I have 100 Canadian Dollars, 85 Euro, a few loose US dollars and a piece of plastic in my travel wallet. Let the adventures begin!