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My call from God to Christian schools (Part 4)
I almost lasted a full three years teaching a difficult class at Yirara College, Alice Springs. We were able to do a lot of outback travel while there, being already in the outback to start with. Alice Springs had 1-week school holidays after 1st and 3rd terms, and a 4-week holiday in the middle of the year (winter). Winter was the best time to travel outback because of its milder weather, and drier too – the wet season up north was mostly during summer and early autumn. In 2001 we did the bottom half of the Canning Stock Route (the top half was flooded that year), and in 2002 and 2003 we did other areas of Western Australia (WA) (these being harder to reach when travelling from Victoria). We did tent camping because it allowed us to travel light and get to more offroad 4WD places.
In September 2003 we travelled south, returning to live in our house in Melbourne. This time I had a principal position at Moonee Vale Christian School (MVCS), a small school just north of central Melbourne. I started in 4th Term 2003 with three teachers plus other staff. Our site was very small though, and we were on the lookout for a larger block to shift to. When I took over leadership of the school, the school was told they would have to relocate. It had originally been set up by the Uniting Church, but were now told by that same church that we would have to agree to a multi-faith doctrine or else part company with that church. The multi-faith option was unacceptable from a biblical point of view so we therefore needed to find a new location. I went through the legal procedures of separating the school from the ownership of the Uniting Church, establishing ourselves in our own right. We also researched where we might relocate to, including a large block which used to be Kangan TAFE. All our options involved moneys way beyond our current capabilities; I felt we should step out in faith and make a move, believing that God would provide. Many on the school council felt that we needed to persuade the Uniting Church to permit us extra time on the current site in Moonee Ponds so we could have time to better research our options. However, the Uniting Church had made it clear that we were to move off the site by the end of 2004.
Later in 2004 the school council realised that we would have to move by the end of 2004 with no option for negotiations. By now though it was getting too late to have anything set up for 2005 and we needed to obtain a place to exist on and to find it in a hurry. We looked again at the Kangan TAFE site but the 2 million price tag was too much for most on the school council to accept. We investigated sharing with a couple of state schools in the area that had empty classrooms due to lower numbers attending. One of these did seem promising, until the then state minister for education Lynne Kosky made a ruling that no private school would share facilities with a state school. This effectively shut the door on us. It is interesting that at that time, there was a shared facility school in the Caroline Springs area with 3 separate schools on the one site: a state college (Brookside College), an independent college (Mowbray College) and a church college (Christ the Priest catholic primary school). “The Brookside campus was located at the Brookside Learning Centre, which hosted common facilities (such as administration facilities, library, gymnasium, arts rooms, and science rooms) shared by Mowbray, the Brookside campus of Caroline Springs College and Christ the Priest Catholic Primary School.” (Wikipedia)
I put this to the Victorian state education ministry to consider, but it did appear as if the minister for education was determined to block any attempt by MVCS to be able to share facilities (paying fees and costs) with a state school. Lynne Kosky was not an effective leader of any ministry areas she took on, being moved into a new ministry regularly when her current one failed apparently due to her incompetence. The decision she made regarding the sharing of our school with a state school was not based upon logic, and was not consistent with other decisions made at that time regarding similar projects. It is my belief that she was anti-Christian, using her position as minister for education to single us out for opposition based on our Christian beliefs which she did not seem to like. Nevertheless, we still had to find a place for 2005 or close down.
Nearing the end of 2004 we were able to come to an agreement with another Christian school in Thomastown for 2005. This meant effectively combining the student bodies and staff of both schools. It also meant a bus had to be hired every morning and afternoon to transport the MVCS students to the Thomastown site every day. This lasted for just 2005 with the church owners of the Thomastown Christian school not extending the arrangement into 2006.
We had been considering the Kangan TAFE site during this time, but it wasn’t available for rental and the purchase cost was considered more than the school could afford. (Rental was out of the question anyway because buildings had to be established on the site.) The school council still couldn’t bear to consider trusting that much to God in faith. Into 2006 we looked at other options but there was nothing available. We were told by the Registered Schools Board that we had to have the school up and running before the school term commenced. I was able to persuade the authorities to extend this to sometime in February, but the deadline came and went and we were still without a site. We officially closed in February 2006.
I decided to take that year off. It was too late to look at teaching elsewhere after the school year had already started. I had some funds set aside, enough to go camping outback as long as I was careful with my spending. I had purchased an offroad camper trailer in 2004 and would live in that for maybe 6 months. It was very basic: no fridge, no basic lighting, a canvas cover that unfolded when it was opened up, basically a bed on wheels. But it could be towed just about everywhere my 4WD Rodeo could go. My time at MVCS had been very stressful and I needed a break. I’d look for a job after I came back. I believed that God would call as He had done so in the past. And it would be no different this time. I would apply for a job at River City Christian College (RCCC) in Echuca for 2007. God would confirm it with someone we knew asking if I could consider it because they were having trouble finding a replacement for a principal who had suddenly resigned.
When I told my older sister that I was resigning from the state education department at the end of 1993, she told me I was making a big mistake. If I stayed at my state school job I could retire at 55 on 5/8 of my retiring wage indexed for life. I had 11 more years to go and then be on easy living. Certainly giving up a secure job with good retirement benefits did look bad, but I was convinced that there was more to life than just a comfortable retirement at just 55. I went ahead with my Christian schools ministry and found that every time I’d looked for a job, one had come my way. The pay was never anywhere near as good as my pay with state schools but I have always had sufficient for all my needs since then. The Echuca school principal position would end in January 2010 due to stress-related health issues; it would be my last job with a wage. But now, 26 years later, I still have more than my basic needs requirements. It is clear that God has always provided for my needs throughout my Christian schools’ ministry.
Do I regret leaving my farm, though? (We had sold the remainder of the property at the start of 2003 while living at Alice Springs.) The answer is that I do miss the wide open spaces, especially when I have to put up with Melbourne traffic and crowds. I once said many years ago that I’d never live in a place like Melbourne, and yet, here I am, in the very place I never wanted to be in. Sometimes we have a choice between living according to our desires and accepting the consequences of a ministry. Is my Christian priority to enjoy this life, or instead to maybe be able to assist others to have the life that I know is yet in my future? This current life is merely the preparation for the life to come. Do I want the best life can offer me in this life or in the next life for eternity? What we do in this life will determine how and where we spend eternity. Always keep in mind that this life is a mere blink of the eye compared with future eternity.
My call from God to Christian schools (Part 3)
After leaving Benalla Christian School, I taught Yr 6 at Heathdale Christian College (Werribee). At first I received a lot of necessary support from a caring administration after being effectively sacked from the previous school, sacked (along with the other teacher) because I (with the other teacher) wouldn’t let the Benalla school parents control the classroom for their own benefits. The actions of the Benalla Christian School board destroyed their school; they should have kept on the teachers God had called to teach there, instead of getting rid of them. The then Heathdale principal was very understanding of what had happened in Benalla; this was necessary as it took much of that 1997 year to regain my composure after the battles I had faced in Benalla. Then, in the following years (1998-2000) I carried out my duties well, also running a successful orienteering program for primary school students. But after a new principal was appointed (after the previous one resigned probably due to some unstated pressures from the school), the ethos changed and the school leaned very strongly toward a more calvinistic outlook on teaching. And I strongly felt like I was stagnating, not being used properly. I had this feeling that there was more to my calling than this. Then in 2000 I felt a strong desire (a “gut-feeling” as I termed it) to go into the outback to work with aboriginal education; I had learned to pay attention to gut feelings in the past and therefore chose to follow up on this one.
I looked at remote community schools such as Warburton on the Great Central Rd in central Western Australia (WA). I obtained a WA education department remote schools application form, filled it in and sent it. I also sent a similar application for remote community schools in South Australia (SA). I never received a reply to the SA application, and was told by someone that SA had a policy of giving jobs to SA teachers ahead of any interstate ones regardless of qualifications. But I did receive from WA education a request to interview me via phone linkup for a position at Warburton, WA. However, when the interview time came, nothing happened. I was told that somehow it had been cancelled without telling me. (Politics again?)
I then saw a position advertised for principal of a Christian school in Alice Springs. I applied and was interviewed by phone linkup. It seemed that I was favoured to get the position but one question got in the way. What would I do with a problem situation? But with no detail or explanation I could only give generalities. I asked what the problem was and they said they couldn’t tell me but how would I deal with it? They ended up giving the job to a local who taught at Yirara College, a boarding school for aboriginal students from remote communities. (And after a couple of years the Christian school was trying to offload him, it seems, probably due to not being able to deal with the problem that they wouldn’t tell me about in my interview.) I applied to Yirara College in Alice Springs, and ended up taking the position that the one chosen for the Christian school had vacated. It wasn’t exactly what I had anticipated but it turned out to be excellent for our contacts with aboriginal people, some of whom we continue to have contact with today. I resigned from Heathdale College and prepared to head for Alice Springs. I arranged to hire a truck (I have a truck licence) to take our main furniture items to Alice Springs, then planning to return to then drive up to Alice with my wife. I’d tow a trailer behind my Rodeo 4WD while she drove the small VW 1978 Golf.
In January 2001 I collected the rental truck and we stacked as much as we could into it. I would take my Engel freezer with supplies in it (this was mid-January summer) and hopefully would take six days to do the round trip to Alice. The Engel ran on 12V while the truck ran a 24V system; however I had been given a 24V to 12V step-down transformer to run my Engel. The problem was that once I got going, I found the step-down unit would only deliver around 10.5V at best. The Engel wasn’t going to work, and it was too late to get something to replace the step-down unit. My freezer was filled with cold stuff that would have to be eaten quickly or else go off. I headed off in the evening and then ate most of the food the next day. It was a hot day, around 45OC and driving north into the sun was even hotter. I had rented a truck without aircon because it was cheaper to rent and used less fuel (it was 4600km return trip); I now regretted this decision! I reached Alice the next morning after driving most of the night while it was cooler. The furniture was unloaded into a storage facility and I headed south again. Around Coober Pedy I had to stop for a while with kangaroos clustered on the road so thickly that it was hard to avoid them all. Warm moonlit nights tend to bring them to the roads where grass grows on the verges but little elsewhere.
Arriving home after being on the road for only 4 days there and back, I returned the truck and loaded up the cars and my trailer. My wife had little luggage; the animals took up the back seat and their feed and water took up much of the boot. The VW had roof bars with some bits and pieces but it was only a small car and couldn’t be loaded up with much. My Rodeo and trailer carried a lot including fuel and water.
We left early morning and drove. My wife was not used to long-distance driving so we had frequent breaks, including for the needs of the cat and dog. The first day hit 48OC as we passed through Renmark on the Murray River at sunset. We stopped briefly there but had to keep moving at night while it was cooler. After a stop near Burra SA we drove on into what would be over 50OC. It was too hot to stop even in the shade, so we just kept on driving. (The VW overheated most of this day but we couldn’t stop for long so just had to put up with the damage it did to the small engine.) At Pimba Roadhouse we stopped for cold drinks and bags of ice to scatter all around the VW especially with the cat and dog. The next day was just as hot, and we were relieved when it was only 45OC when we reached Alice the 3rd morning. We never experienced such heat again even while living in Alice. It could often get into high 40s on the road south from Alice in summer, but not like the 51 or 52 we had when first driving there. When we were about halfway there my wife said we should never have come; it was too hot; but it was too late to turn back by then!
Alice Springs is a fairly green place where our rental required that we keep the lawns watered with water from deep wells just south of the town. We rented a house with an aboriginal family on one side and another 2 houses away on the other side. We were to get to know them very well, and even today we still keep in regular contact with some of them. Their children would come into our yard to play under my wife’s supervision. She would also take our neighbours shopping and to hospital emergency when required (which did happen at times), and to church on many Sundays. I was given a class at Yirara College with teenage students from remote communities around the outback. My class was the lowest level, with very few having attended school before they came into my room. Violence was a daily affair, especially among the males, and my class was probably the most violent. Some teachers called it the feral class! Many were petrol sniffers or on other substance abuse. Every term I’d start off with mostly a new group of students; most never made it past a single term. I’d have maybe 25 to start each term, but by the end of term this would halve with many running away as soon as they became bored with learning. I had a teacher-aide for the mornings but the afternoons (when they were more likely to misbehave) I had them on my own.
I had to take the class to a local dentist in my first term there. I was supposed to have an aide to assist but she wasn’t able to make it this day, so I had to watch 25 wild students on my own in the waiting room. They were impossible! The cold-water dispenser soon ran out as they emptied it onto the floor, and the receptionist was in despair while they messed around the place. I vowed never to take them to the dentist again without extra help! Many of them spoke little or even no English, and I spoke none of their languages (there were around 5 or more local languages in Alice alone). Every term I had a mostly new lot of unschooled teenagers to break in! I lasted almost three years before deciding I had to have a break from this to regain my sanity. Because I was renting a house, it was hard to take a break and keep on paying the rent. So near the end of my 3rd year I resigned and took up a position as principal at a Christian school in Moonee Ponds, Melbourne. But that’s another part of my story.
The aboriginal families we lived next to mostly came from the Warlpiri tribal people of the Tanami Desert area. We got to know them well, helping them with all sorts of things including medical needs, shopping needs, transport needs, looking after their children, assisting with legal problems (family violence, especially alcohol-fueled violence, was a way of life for many of them), helping them with the social and welfare personnel, in fact, just being alongside them when they needed help. Aboriginal people have some difficulty fitting in with our type of society and what they often need is simply someone alongside them to help them. Aboriginal society is different in some ways. They find it difficult to say no to family (where family can be any one of dozens of relations where relations are defined by their societal code, with “skin names” referring to their position in their society). So anyone who claims to be “family” can come and take what they want from another who isn’t using it at that time. If one has food in the fridge, another can come and take it as their right. The same with a car; your car is only yours if you need it now, otherwise someone else who is “family” can take it and use it. If one gets a job, and therefore gets wages, then others will come and demand it be shared with “family”. If one tries to get off the grog (alcohol), they often get hooked on grog again because “family” comes in and uses their house for drinking. It’s so hard to say no to family. If “family” drink in your house and start a fight, it’s hard to tell them to go away because they are “family”.
Because of our involvement with aboriginal people, we have been accepted into their society; we are family to some of them. Their society says there is no relationship outside kin, so we must be made kin in order to be accepted as helpers. We have been given aboriginal “skin names” to connect us to them as “family”. We have aboriginal people calling us mum and dad, and so on. We have a “daughter” in Adelaide whom we regularly help with advice on legal, dietary and financial issues. She used to be an alcoholic but is now (as far as we know) no longer addicted. She eats well, looks after herself much better than she did in Alice, and her children (who were taken off her a few times in the past due to drunken violence) have mostly returned to her. Unfortunately this still leads to conflict which we do try to sort out.
So what did we gain by going to Alice Springs? It’s a long and difficult process to help the people there but that was our ministry which we are still involved with today. It was more than just education ministry, more of a missionary ministry. What they need is not more money thrown at them, nor land nor possessions; what they need is mostly people to get alongside them to help them better understand our society. Their tribal rules might work in remote areas, but so many in urban situations need help in living away from their remote communities with such different societal roles.
We did do a lot of travelling while living in Central Australia, including down to Victoria and return four times a year. We would travel south to keep in touch with family, doing the return trip in a week, around 35-40 hours each way, travelling day and night. Watching for wildlife at night, especially kangaroos, did slow us down a bit though, and good driving lights on the car were essential.