Changes
Rex Harrison
February 2020
They say the
best way to give God a good laugh is tell Him your plans…
My future
path was clear when I was in high school.
University for however long it takes, then a career in physics, either
in industry or academia.
In those
days the Canadian armed forces would put you through four years of university,
in exchange for three years’ service on graduation. Summers would be spent in some form of
military training, but all in all it looked like a better deal than struggling
to find money, summer jobs, accommodation, all the endless little problems that
need to be solved to get through university by yourself. So I applied, was accepted, and sent to the
Royal Military College of Canada – a very different environment from the
university I once envisaged.
The College
had this strange idea that its graduates should know more than their specialty
field, in my case physics. That meant by
the end of my stay there I had two years of French, three years of history, and
a year each of philosophy and economics, in addition to my physics study. The College also expected its students to be
physically fit. Never in my life had I
been so fit. Or since, I’m ashamed to
say.
I may not
have had the best physics degree, couldn’t have had a better all-round
education.
Then it was
off to navigation school to begin my three years of service. Gone were the esoteric equations of quantum
mechanics and the mysteries of general relativity. Instead we had to add, subtract, multiply and
divide, and horror of horrors, get the right answers.
It was there
I was introduced to the Baha’i Faith by a course mate who had come across it
while doing a course in comparative religion.
I went to my first meeting with the intention of putting them right – I
was convinced the last thing the world needed was another religion.
That meeting
was full of surprises. They didn’t
criticise or dismiss any religion, nor did they claim theirs was the only truth. They also offered me a perspective on history
I had never encountered before – one that obviated the need for the different
religions of the world to compete with each other.
I borrowed
as many books as I could carry, and after a period of study, asking questions
and yes, prayer, became a Baha’i.
Which presented
a problem. My navigation training was
leading to jet fighters capable of carrying nuclear weapons, and one of the
dictums of the Faith is “It’s better to be killed than to kill”. We are also required to honour our contracts,
so I requested non-combatant duty while making it clear I would always be
obedient to their decision. They
transferred me to a course that led to my posting with a search and rescue
squadron on Vancouver Island.
One
September I took a fortnight’s leave to travel to an Indian reservation with a
Tlingit from Alaska to visit with the Baha’is there. It was there I met Marlene for the first
time.
By August
1969 I had fulfilled my obligations to the military. I knew I wanted to travel for the Baha’i
Faith and would have to earn my living wherever I settled. I also knew there wasn’t much work for
half-trained physicists, and that navigators were rapidly becoming obsolete. So I allowed myself to be talked into
training as teacher, and travelled to Edmonton to study education.
Marlene and
I crossed paths again in October, and were married the following April. From now on it’s our story.
We spent our
first summer in Hay River, on the south shore of Great Slave Lake in the low
Arctic. We had been asked to go there to
build up the numbers of that Baha’i community.
Our long-term goal, however, was to travel to Samoa, as in those days
Canada was responsible for assisting the Samoan Baha’i community. In American Samoa I was offered a job, but
without a green card I couldn’t accept it. In Western Samoa I was told I could
work there, but there was no money for hiring teachers. The Peace Corps was providing all the
teachers they needed for free.
So here we
are in New Zealand. We worked for a year
in Nelson, then the National Spiritual Assembly asked us to settle in
Greymouth. I got a job at Greymouth High
School and Marlene began to raise our children, both of whom were born in
Greymouth.
I soon
discovered teaching was not for me. I
fell into a job in regional development, which ultimately led to a job at the
West Coast Regional Council. When that
came to an end we shifted to Christchurch, where I got a job with the City
Council and Marlene with the Ministry of Civil Defence.
In those
days Banks Peninsula was its own local authority, and so had its own Baha’i
community. We bought our house in
Diamond Harbour to help build up numbers, and have been here ever since.
Physics, military
college, navigating, Baha’i, search and rescue, teaching, Canadian arctic,
Samoa, Nelson, Greymouth, local government, Christchurch, Diamond Harbour – God
must be rolling around with laughter.
Our plan is
to enjoy our current slice of paradise for as long as we can. Is that laughter I’m hearing?