Sometime late in the year I got a feeling that God was going to move me on. Sort of a gut feeling that you know something is going to happen but there is no sense of timing or detail to it. So I didn’t know where or when and figured that it would be a fair while away too. Therefore I simply kept these thoughts in mind but kept going with what was in front of me to do. There was no need to dwell on it greatly at the time.
I am leaving…
To my wonderful friends, good mates, and whanau. Greetings.
I have some news to tell you all…
it is now time to leave New Zealand.
That’s right. I am leaving Lifeway, FTN, and New Zealand. All at once really. And not too far away. I will be back in Australia (from whence I came originally) by the 28th of May. That gives me about 8 days left here.
And I will miss this place too. New Zealand is a very beautiful country and has tremendous customs and culture. The people I have met have engraved themselves onto my heart and I will surely miss them greatly. They have been a wonderful part of my life during the 4 1/2 years that I have been here.
What follows is a multi part series. First is my history in New Zealand and what I have done during my time here. Then details on how and why I know God has called me to South America will follow. This is the different events and processes that took place to get me to the point I am at now – holding a one-way ticket to Brisbane.
Rob.
The Call – Other Things
Other things that have helped me to know it is the right time to leave at this time:
Brenda’s Wisdom
A wise old friend of mine, Brenda, commented to me recently that my decision to go to South America and preparations for it were the most consistent I have ever been.
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The Call – Meeting With Trev
Now that I knew I was leaving and even had an idea of time, I needed to discuss this with Trevor Yaxley – my boss and the director of Lifeway Ministries. The commitments I had made to the ministry and to Trevor made it necessary to submit these ideas of leaving and timing to him before saying anything publicly.
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The Call – 2003
I went to Australia for Christmas and arrived back in New Zealand just in time to celebrate my birthday. To my surprise I was given a ticket to the New Zealand Parachute Music Festival for a present. This is a full weekend of Christian music concerts and speakers which is the largest event of its kind in the southern hemisphere.
Early February, a few weeks after Parachute, I was talking with Lauren, a good friend of mine. During our chat she asked me when I was planning to leave New Zealand. I didn’t know, but felt inspired to give a time even though I didn’t know any. With unusual confidence I told her, “I will be gone before June”.
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The Call – South America
Unknown at this time but a strong possibility is that I will be leaving Australia for South America in October. All I can say about this is that it is a strong impression that I have felt – kind of like the one I felt about March this year (which, by the way was the month that I got confirmation from Trevor). Only time will reveal the truth of these things but for now I am planning on leaving sometime around October.
So that’s my saga of New Zealand and South America. I trust that this brings some of you completely up to date. Thank you heaps for your prayers and support. I am so excited about moving to Australia to spend time with my mates and my family (except Brod who is still in Japan) before heading off to South America.
Rob.
The Call – Intro
Well, now you have a brief history of my time in NZ. You are aware I’m going, but do you know the story of how I got to this point? What follows now is a series of 7 parts (not all at once) about how God called me to Argentina and how I know it was God. So sit back, relax and grab a coffee or something and then enjoy the read.
It all started sometime around 1989. I was deep in prayer in my room at the time, I don’t even know what I was praying about, when I heard a voice like a strong thought that told me how one day I would go to the continents of South America, Asia, and Africa for God. I was surprised. I had never ever thought about travel before, except the standard overseas experience in Europe. This came quite unexpectedly, but was something very exciting to hear. At the time I was at university though, and didn’t think I was at all ready to do anything like that anyway. So I kept this information in my heart, writing it down in my journal. Over the years that followed I all but forgot about it.
History of NZ – TNaT
At the beginning of 2000 I formed my own business – TNaT (Thiesfield Networking and Troubleshooting).
I had just got a job contracting to the Wellsford Medical Centre and needed a company to keep my finances separate. TNaT did this very nicely. It also allowed me to provide computer assistance to local companies around the area. I didn’t advertise and generally made myself available only one day a week, working for Family TV during the other four days. So with most of my one day focused on Wellsford, it was understandable that work from other sources was generally sporadic.
At Wellsford, I provided technical support, business decisions on future technological moves, and training and assistance to the staff. It has been one of the best places that I have ever had the privilege to work. They included me as a part of the medical staff, inviting me to Christmas parties and all varieties of events throughout the years. What an incredible honour that was. I am really sad to leave these people. It is hard to say goodbye to a place that has embraced me so kindly, with people as wonderful as they were.
TNaT is no longer now that I am leaving. I have passed my business dealings on to Andrew, my technical co-worker at Family TV. He is the only one I would trust with such a responsibility and have since spent the last number of weeks training him in the position.
When I leave New Zealand, I leave TNaT behind. It served me well while I was here, and will be a sad thing to leave. Most of all though, it is my friends at Wellsford that make it sadest.
They gave me a very beautiful poem that outlined all the truths and myths of my work there over the years. I was incredibly touched that so many staff took time out of their busy days to come and wish me well. They are a great bunch. I have been really looked after by them. Thank you Wellsford and crew. You are an awesome buch.
And then it was over.
But a new beginning was waiting.
Moving On…
To all my friends,
I trust this finds you in good health. As you all know, I am leaving New Zealand in 2wks to go to South America, with a stop in Australia on the way. It would be great to keep in touch and let you know how things are going with the journey.
To help me, I have set up an email list and added you to it. Thanks for joining me in my journey, Rob.
History of NZ – 2000
After the dawn of the new millenium, and nothing the doomsayers claimed actually happened, life returned to normal.
It was during 2000 that our Evangelism team thought up a new course for youth leaders. After much deliberation on names, we all settled on “R18”. Something that points at youth and makes a visual impact.
My next task was to create an R18 website with Walter and I spent months writing up all of the details. Actually Walter came up with most of the details while I typed them into the computer, but if you ask him, he will say that I helped.
Someone came up with a great idea about creating groovy folders for students to put their notes into. It sounded a lot less groovy once I realised that I had the mamoth task of creating the folder covers and printing them all. And it sounded even less groovy when it was decided that since the R18ers could have a fancy folder, all of the courses should have a fancy folder. It took a very long time to finish creating fancy folders. I think they have gone back to plain ones these days. Smart people.
Walter and I took the opportunity of the mid year break to go spearfishing in Fiji. We wanted the big ones. Those fish that are so huge they take you with them once you have speared them. Our first few trips to the reefs revealed sharks and turtles. No fish. A night dive brought me nose to nose with a shark. Gulp! Then, hearing about a great fish place, and since none of us knew how to sail, it made sense to borrow our host’s yacht to get there.
In the dark of morning I don’t know if it was the weak sounding engine or the two metre swells crashing over the bow that prompted us but we returned to the safety of the harbour. We had a good day of snorkeling using our spear-guns as ballast though.
The rest of the year saw me complete my earlier tasks and was somewhat uneventful.
Something happened that was to change the way I did things from then on. It was around this period of time that I was confronted with what many would politely call my “work focus”. Of course when I wasn’t there they would often talk about me being a “work-a-holic”. I didn’t think that about myself. I thought all was quite good – that was until I was confronted about it.
At that point I started to see how isolated I had become by my habits. This was the start of a series of changes. They have redirected my entire outlook on life. I now don’t hear the terms “work focus” or “work-a-holic” anymore. And that has been a very good thing.
