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.
Jesus taught many things that have been recorded in the Book of Mormon and in the Bible. One thing that was taught in the Sermon on the Mount was how you could tell who was a true disciple of Jesus Christ among all the false prophets. He said that you would be able to look... Continue Reading →
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 →
I remember thinking at one point of how little I really needed to be happy in life. We lived in pretty humble circumstances, yet I was as happy,
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.
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.
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 →
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 →
Those of you who know me, will not be surprised if I told you that while in France recently, I was on a quest to find a fountain-drink Diet Coke. What may surprise you is that in 1992 I was on this same quest! From my missionary journal. 8 July 1992 – Angoulême, France So... Continue Reading →
From my missionary journal. Tours, France. 28 August 1992 – Tours, France Bonsoir, Well, today was interesting. The morning was blah. Tons of rude people. I got very discouraged. This afternoon was so-so. We taught a guy and he didn't pay attention. Frustrating. Coming back from the area we always cross two bridges. Today we... Continue Reading →