Paris France Temple

Today was a special day. 25 years ago I was serving an LDS mission in southern France. As a male missionary you normally serve for 2 years. (Females serve for 18 months). I gave it my all for these two years and it made me a better person and helped shape me into who I am today.

Frère Mwamba

I remember having a talk with one of my missionary friends during lunch at a zone conference when I was a missionary in France. He was telling me about an amazing experience he had by finding a family, teaching them the gospel, and seeing them get baptized.  He said, "This is the reason I came... Continue Reading →

Je ne serai pas baptisé.

Parfois, vous reconnaissez quand vous êtes témoin d'un miracle. C'était un moment miraculeux à Pau. Je pense que tout membre qui était là pendant ce temps se souviendra de lui comme rien de moins qu'un miracle.

I’m not getting baptized

Sometimes you recognize when you are witnessing a miracle. I knew that I was seeing a miracle first-hand. There was a very special feeling as all of this was happening. This was a miraculous time in Pau. The Spirit of God was so strong and the hand of the Lord was so obvious in the missionary work.

Bike Helmets in Tours, France

I served my mission before bike helmets were much of a thing. About half-way through my mission, we had a mandatory bike helmet rule and we were issued some very unfashionable bike helmets. So not only were the helmets not very flattering; big white and red helmets, but people were not used to seeing people wear bike... Continue Reading →

He numbereth his sheep

As a Mormon missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, you meet a lot of people over the course of your two years. (The men serve for two years and the women serve for 18 months.)  There are certain people you meet who stay with you. As a faithful member of the... Continue Reading →

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