Dougy Week at Roc Cafe

Some things will never change!

     French Fact: I realized last week that I forgot to even write one of these things. So today I have two. Which is significant, because I really am running out of these things. Okay first, on a lot of smaller streets there are these cylinders in the middle of the street to block cars from coming down the wrong way. They are weight-sensored, so when a car comes on the right side of it, it will go down into the ground. That's when you have to run into the middle of the street after the car and stand on it as it comes back up. It's about two and a half feet high and super fun.
     Second: French people love to give directions. Sometimes I take advantage of this and change up my approach a little just to get them to stop and talk for a second. If I look like a lost, scared American they usually stop. And then they realize I'm not of those things, sauf the latter, and they tell me they're pressed. But seriously, people in a hurry, will stop and talk for like 15 minutes if you need directions.

     Monday night we had the goal to give out three BOMs. That was a good idea. There was close to no one on the streets at eight when we finished our FHE. Luckily, I can give out BOMs like I can make a layup. It doesn't take very many tries. This one guy was walking across the street, so I yelled. HEY! We have this book for you! And so he ran across the street to take it. He had a nice dog. We gave him the book and our card and both parties skipped off, much happier for it. Another kid invited us to go to his concerts every Thursday at a bar. Sweet. This week was Frere Dougy week-he is the best. He is an old man with connections, despite his autism or something. Anyways, I love him. He is always trying to get more people at english class for us. He showed us to his friend Madame Mai's house. She is the mother of an ancien ami who moved to Paris. Anyways, she is golden. She said she wasn't believing and listed all of these reasons why. And I was like WE CAN HELP WITH ALL OF THOSE THINGS. Haha. I love the gospel. It solves all problems. Then, we were walking home (and contacting with Frere Dougy obviously) and met a guy named Pie. Also, Frere Dougy already knew about 1/3 of the people we contacted. He's like me, except older and he's lived here longer. Then I thought he was going to take us to meet his mom, but we came into a political convention of sorts. It was funny because we reach the sidewalk and this guy runs out and ushers us all in and says, "I've been waiting for you! Hurry up it's starting! Come on, follow me! I'll show you in and I'll join you in a minute!" That was weird. Oh, Frere Dougy. He knows everyone. We're pretty sure he's secretly a millionaire with a yacht and a mansion somewhere. We left after about five minutes, but it was fun while it lasted. We also saw a German couple we met earlier in there. That was weird. Wednesday, our RDV with Ludwig, our engage, was cancelled. We did meet with Cloe, our other engagee. We talked about the Gospel of Jesus Christ over a hot chocolate. She calls us her mommies and says we're saving her. She's cute. 

AAAhhhwwww!

     Thursday, we went on exchanges with the other soeurs of Chalon. Soeur Christensen and I partied all day. We started out with an arms only dance party to some Christmas music. That is a work out. Have you heard Carol of the Bells/seen me dance ever? Yikes. Later, we finish contacting this lady and this guy is standing there looking like he's waiting for us. So we say hi. Turns out he wanted to sign us up for some card to get a discount on books. We traded him a BOM and a Retab film for Jungle Book, Tangled, and a recipe book. I thought it was a good deal. He kept trying to sell his book store and I kept trying to sell the gospel. He was really intrigued when I pulled out this stuff for him and seemed really interested in getting some BOMs for the store. Hehe. It's a best seller. A Muslim named Yahya pulled over his car and scheduled a RDV with us. I had never met him before and turns out he only really wants to date us, but it's all good. Then we tried to find some new less-actives added to the list. We went to the sketchiest apartments I have seen. Half of the apartments were bricked up, random metal plates were drilled over doorways. The building they were supposedly in had all the mail boxes broken, windows shattered, and doors broken open. There was a cage welded onto the stairwell so you couldn't go all the way up. Floor boards were broken up and wires were sticking out of the wall. Also a leg of a pair of pants was sticking out of these little windows. Anyways, they don't live there. Which is probably a good thing. We saw a really touchy healer with a tiny dog. Soeur Hemy-who hates the missionaries-gave us half a pastry each after we talked to her about her genealogy work. We had THE BEST first lesson ever with Dolait, whose number one priority it is to get baptized (we can help with that). And we met Ibrahim, who speaks ten languages, including the language of Sinegal, which we know a bit. Nangadesh? Mangafille!

Roc Cafe

     Friday we went streetboarding again, this time for genealogy. We were looking for all the people with black coats and jeans. When we saw one, we'd say James Dean! And then attack. Also anyone else that walked by. We met with our ami Beatrice, with who else but Frere Dougy. She is frustrating because she wants all the blessings of being a member of the church, but she is loyal to the Catholic church. Not sure what to do there. Soeur De Oliveira snored really loud one night so I kicked her bed really hard and woke her up. Then I felt bad and decided Jesus wouldn't kick people's beds. I didn't sleep very well that night. The Millers went up to Beaune the next day to bring a new less active some pants that fit him, so we went too and surprised Ludwic with a great lesson. He was really excited. Then we went to Frere Landre's brother's house and saw Michelle Landre. Elder Miller started squawking at her parrot and we all started cracking up. She gave us lots of jam and apples. That night, Frere Dougy met us again to take us to a "Christian Bar". He told us about it at Beatrice's house and she said, What, do you need a baptismal certificate ID to get in? Haha. I love France. Turns out it's really just a cafe with a assembly room in the back. There was a group of Evangelists meeting to sing some songs and whatnot. I felt like Dan Jones or someone, being interrogated by Evangelist ministers. (If you don't know Dan Jones, it's ok, he's only the greatest missionary of this dispensation, according to Preach My Gospel. On second thought, you might want to do some research. He's a great guy.) That was fun. Evangelists are really defensive. The minister's wife was like, I'm not arguing, we respect all religions, now let me tell you, heatedly, why you're wrong. And I was like, Lady, listen for a second and you'll get it. All the people were just staring and shaking their heads at us. The minister, however, he asked a few sincere questions about our beliefs and said, "You believe the same things as us. I just don't get why there's another book!" So I left him with a copy.Sunday, Cloe broght Mahrys, her best friend to church, Soeur Vidal said she thought I'd been in Chalon for 4 transfers (joke's on her, I'm only four transfers in my mission), and I finished my first journal started on my mission. Yikes. On to chapter two.

Le Choc Du Monde

French Fact:

     Last week we went to a castle for P day. This week we will take a nap. Our DL called last night three times, so I couldn't go to bed until 10:30, even though I was ready at 9:30. I told him to hurry up because I wanted to sleep. Then he talked to Soeur De Oliveira and asked if I get up and exercise in the morning or if I just sleep. Please. I make her come outside in the freezing cold sleet so that I can get my thirty minutes of cardio. Honestly. Anyways, so castling was fun. There was a moat and a maze that I found the fastest route in first try. Someone told me the key is to always turn right. Or I read that somewhere. Anyhow, I was really grateful Soeur Miller came with us and she'd already been there before because she warned us not to look at the walls in one room. The tour guide was funny because he thought we didn't speak French. He gave us a script in English of the tour and kept throwing out translations, from "ramparts" to drawbridge and "Solomon" to SolomoN". I chuckled every time. 

    Anyways, we didn't really get to finish our P day because we had to take trains all day to Switzerland. We contacted like hooligans for an hour in Geneve before we found the missionaries. I got to spend the night with my old companion, Soeur Sovaleni. I love her. Another sister, Soeur Heitbrieder commented on how everyone has a picture of me. Soeur Sovaleni (because we were comps), Soeur Vidal (because she asked for it), President Roney (because I hide them in his stuff), their ami (because she asked for it), etc. New goal: send pictures of myself to everyone. I gave one to her right then and promised to send more to all her friends. The next day, we took some trains to Yverdone and met everyone for Zone Conference. I love Zone Conference. I didn't even freak out though. President even commented on how quiet I was. Then of course, I was chosen as a volunteer for everything. It's because I'm a really great missionary. And humble. But I actually didn't mind, because I like the feedback on what I can do better. I also like hearing all the good things I do. Sorry I'm especially prideful right now. It's my diligence week, not my humility week. Just kidding. Kind of. 

     Anyhow, it was a super great meeting on how to really work better with members and amis. I had an interview with President, which are always the best and always takes me away from an hour of the Assistants' presentation. Ooops. They don't mind. They're great. And they gave us three coordonnees that day. We also found out Elder Ardesch is actually 22. There are sometimes missionaries that you can't wait to see what they're like at the end of their missions. He's one. Oh yeah and the Mission Nurse gave us a shot. I don't like shots. The idea of putting a virus into your body just makes me nervous, although I understand how it works. I've never gotten a flu shot before, so why start now? Anyways, so I asked her what I could do for my companions to help their shin splints (because I give those out like Books of Mormon). Then she found out I studied PT for a bit and understand medical terms. Now I have a sinking feeling that she's gonna be vying for me as a companion. But, then again, who isn't? Haha. I just love missionary work. We made a goal to commit one person to baptism each week. This week, we had two first lessons and both accepted! Bam. Make a goal and the Lord will prepare a way. They are both super cool. Ludwic is 30 and his aunt is a member of the church deja. He used to be Catholic and the whole time his aunt was like, "Okay, but we're not going to force him, right?" But he is so open and honest and came to church having read and prayed about the Book of Mormon and felt something in his heart. Wow. Cloe is our other engagee. She is so sweet and innocent and is willing to listen to everything we say. All she wants is an eternal family. And to get answers to her prayers. She has a lot of questions for us, so we sat and talked about it for a while over some hot chocolate. She also knows a lot of english and likes to talk with us in english. I still speak in French, but Soeur De Oliveira likes it. Anyways, they're getting baptized soon. Oh yeah, and we want to set up Cloe with an old ami who surprised us by coming to english class. His name is Allan and he doesn't really like me, but he loves the Millers and knows the BOM is true. Missionary Matchmakers, Hey-Oh. Je blague, mais je blague pas. 

As a Russian Missionary

     We had a lesson with Lewis set up at 6, and another lesson with Yves at 7 with two different members. Lewis showed up late and was rempli with questions, so we went on splits for a bit with the two members so we could teach them both. Yves is easy-he's willing to accept everything and doesn't have too many questions. Lewis is still hung up on the priesthood and has a LOT of questions. So I handled that one. Anyways, so that was exciting. The next day, I went streetboarding for the first time. This means you take out a huge board with a giant question on it or something and you just contact everyone walking by. Oh man. I really was contacting like a hooligan. I love streetboarding. I'm just a six foot tall American with a bright yellow raincoat on, literally running around and pointing and yelling at people, talking to them across the street or in cars or walking by. Yeah, that was a good day. I love contacting people, although the old people are scared of me. I pulled out my Soeur Layton coat this week. It's a huge trench coat. I look like a Russian Missionary when I wear it. All I need are some fur tights. It also weighs about fifty pounds. I feel stronger every time I walk up the stairs. Oh except one time I wore it and for about 30 minutes, every one complained about my French. (French people like to pretend they can't understand so that they don't have to listen). Then I contacted a large group of parents and kids. They weren't interested, but one little girl had an American flag scarf on. I asked her if she liked America. The parents started pulling their kids away, so I tried to explain, I'm not harassing your children, I'm just American, and that's our flag. Then all of the other little children start yelling in English, SHE DOESN'T SPEAK FRENCH! I spluttered for a second before saying, loudly and probably waving my arms around, Je parle francais! They stopped for a second, pointed at the little Dutch girl and said, No, SHE doesn't speak French. Yikes. The dad and I laughed about it for a second and I awkwardly said goodbye. May or may not have scared her to death. But it was funny afterwards. Those Russian Missionaries-so unpredictable. One day, we were walking down the Zupe, where all the Muslims live, to find a less active and coordonnee. Suddenly Cani comes around the corner and sees us and runs towards us, while carrying an armful of glass dishes. [Cani is a sweet kind of Muslim guy with a family and he speaks a lot of english and is always really excited to see us. He pulled his car over so we could teach him. He's also a hotel manager and super classy.] He runs towards us and says Ah! Follow me! My wife keeps seeing that you call me and she wants to kill me! You have to tell her that it's you! I said, We just want to talk about Jesus Christ! He says, I know! But you have to tell her! (We are running down the street as this is happening.) We get to the street in front of his apartment building and he calls his wife and asks her to come to the window. She comes over and so we explain that it's been us calling him and we're missionaries and she just starts laughing. They're a cute family. We need to teach them. Cani was also wearing a pink sweater. Classic. 

Church was good, as per usual. We had 10 investigators. Yves went to PH, Cloe went to YW, the kids went to Primary, and the rest came to Gospel Principles, taught by myself. Here in France, we cater to all languages-French, English, Albanian, Italian, Greek, Portuguese, and Spanish. And the printer wasn't working, so we couldn't print off the lesson. At least we finally got BOMs in everybody's languages. Then I gave a talk on Jesus Christ (what else?) and the enabling power of the Atonement in Sacrament. I love speaking. Especially when they forget to give you a topic. President Catagni was overjoyed at all our amis (which move church attendance up significantly). And even more so when we told him Yves chose him to baptize him. He danced. Jesus also danced. And so should we all.

Troll in the Building! Thought You Ought to Know.

     French Fact: In celebration of today, this comes straight to you from at least one street sign in every single ville in France. That is, Rue de Onze Novembre. Or Rue Victor Hugo. But, yes, there is always a Rue 11 Novembre in any ville you visit. The date is significant probably because it was the end of the guerre or something like that. I need to brush up on my French history. 

Hungry?

     We now have two amis with dates for baptism and the other equip has an engagee as well. We jokingly told our DMP that we need to find at least two more because we want to have five baptisms on the same day. Well, rumor has spread and apparently it's already set in stone, so we better make it happen! Unfortunately, we just found out that one of our engagees, Claudia, is not married to her boyfriend. That poses a bit of a problem. Yves, however, is doing great and loves meeting with us. Turns out he was married, had two children, and then got divorced five years later. He wants to marry is ex-wife in the temple once she dies and he wants a triple combination set of scriptures. People keep telling him about things before we get a chance to explain anything. But he reads the scriptures for two hours a day and watches the Retab video on repeat, so I won't complain.

     This week was "M Week", the M being an abbreviation for whatever you feel like: Monster, Miracle, Missionary, Mormon, Monkeys, whatever. It's a week where we all study specific things each day and have a goal associated with them that should make us work harder. Unfortunately for our equip, we pretty much work at max capacity, so there isn't a huge margin between our normal work and this. I did, however, enjoy the goals they gave us. Things like give out five BOMs or 15 Retab pamphlets. It did help us to make sure all of our time was used efficiently, especially when we were out of town for district meeting all day. Honestly, I could give out 10 BOMs each day, but I've been reprimanded for that a few times. Not that it really stops me, let's be honest. We also tried something cool. We called members right before we were going out contacting and asked them to pray for us to find someone to give out the books to. I will testify to you that this works. Each time, we quickly found people who were ready to receive them and it really built the faith of the members in us as missionaries. Late that night, we left the house of Jeanette, an old ami whose birthday we celebrated with the Spirit, and we had one book still to give out to accomplish our goal. We called up Frere Landre and asked him to pray for us. Then, our new Zone Leaders tried to call us, but we got disconnected. We started walking home and I finally get a signal on the phone, so I started calling the ZLs, hoping it was nothing grave, when two people walk up. The ZLs answered and I said Hang on! and we contacted the couple and were able to testify to them and place a Book of Mormon into their hands. It was funny because our ZL listened in on the whole contact and it made us look a lot better than we are. The couple was prepared and we couldn't have planned it better. So that was our ZL's first impression of us-set the bar high, I like to say.

 

     

Training her well...

Soeur De Oliveira stepped in poop this week. Didn't even last a week. Good news is, the obedient missionaries that we are, we made sure to get a pastry. (The addendum on the Missionary Handbook states that if you step in poop, you have to get a pastry). We had a Zone Training meeting this week that was super fun. Always. Elder Stanford and Elder Boegearts told us about the "Building Troll", who is normally the janitor, but can also be any grumpy person. Our job is to eradicate all building trolls by turning them into normal people. Great. The Millers fed us lunch. I hope it doesn't seem like the highlights of my week are when I'm fed by the Millers. But I do enjoy it. We had a lesson with Yves at the church and Frere Dougy was walking on the street and saw us and joined in. I don't know how he does it, but this is the second time he's randomly helped us out in a lesson! Then, afterwards, we were talking to Frere Dougy and a guy shows up and starts reading the sign on the door. Of course, I wave to him and motion for him to come in. Turns out he's the first person the other sisters taught here in Chalon! His name is Frederic, but he's read the first two books of Nephi and now prefers to go by his second name, Ismael, because the daughters of Ishmael marry the sons of Lehi. We got his info and made sure he would be at church. Speaking of church. My companion was warned in advance that she would probably be speaking, by Elder Miller, but the other two sisters had to give surprise talks as well. I have one scheduled for next week apparently, don't worry. We also only had 36 people show up since all of the families were sick or something. Six of those people were missionaries. And ten amis. Yes, you read that right. Here in Chalon, our amis bring amis. And none of them speak the same language. Don't worry, the Italian/Albanian/Greek father came up to me after my lesson and told me in broken French that it doesn't matter that we can't communicate because we can feel the truth in our hearts. Amen, brotha. Later we met a guy roller skating and I saw him jump on a bench, so I cheered. (Like almost anything I do, this is to the embarrassment of my companion.) But we got his number and are going to give him a Book of Mormon too. He reminds me of Kevin Rigby. He's very dancey and graceful. And he has crazy hair. And he loves God. And so do I. Have a good week. 

I Am Your Mother

Random cool street lined with trees

     French Fact: It's really hard to keep track of these things and it's getting to the point where everything French seems relatively normal to me. So I might repeat things. Sorry. Kind of. Sometimes when you're telling a story or something and people nod and say Yup, yup, to agree with you the French do something a little more flavorful. They say yup while breathing in or they just kind of make a weird noise while inhaling and don't say any words at all. It's funny. 

     This week was solid, although it didn't really exist. An hour before our train left, I realized that I wasn't taking a train until the next day. We had the other sisters come help us drop Sister Packard off at the Gare to go to Perpignan by herself while we were in a trio for the rest of the day. We didn't do anything crazy, since it was P Day. And when we went shopping, I only bought a liter of milk. Really, if I didn't have companions, I could live so cheap-cereal, milk, pancakes, with the occasional real meal from members of the branch. Unfortunately, people like to eat more than I do, so it gets expensive. I've just started telling them that I will eat cereal for two out of three meals because I'm not hungry to eat all that food all the time. Especially since I only get thirty minutes of exercise. After FHE with some members of the branch, we were walking home and a guy I contacted a few days earlier waved from his car window. I told him hi and we'd call him, but he should probably move since he was causing a traffic jam. He pulled over his car and let us teach him a lesson! This is the guy that told me I wasn't cool a few days before because I told him we could only drink water. Or orange juice. His name is Cani, but pronounced like Johnny. 

     The next day we had a meeting with our DMP and then I had to go to Lyon. By myself. Don't worry, I sat all alone, didn't talk to anyone, and just read the Book of Mormon. That was weird. I was the first person to get there, so I just waited around for more missionaries. Then I was the only sister for over an hour. That night, as per tradition, we went to McDonald's. I got chicken nuggets and Elder Martinez Conde complained that his Happy Meal didn't come with a Pokemon toy, as advertised on the signs. And Sister Roberts said she would send me a workout dancing video in the mail. I hope she doesn't forget. The next morning we woke up early and went on a forty minute run. The "Adjusting to Missionary Life" book says that once you've been here and living the schedule for a while, you realize you don't actually need the full eight hours of sleep. Or you could just relax for eight hours without sleeping and be fine. This just goes to show that you shouldn't believe anything you read. I definitely could use more sleep. But I'm handling it. We had a training for the trainers with the Ecully ZLs and the STLs. Apparently they'd never done that before and it was really helpful, especially since not everyone is clear on a lot of the rules. We ate lunch and contacted for a bit before going to the meeting with all the Blues. We got there just in time for the Mission Nurse's presentation. She threw sponges at us and told us all that we had to get a flu shot.

 

     Then all the blues opened their first assignment letters one by one. Every time, I cheered super loud. Elder Fox turned around after the third time and said he wanted to kill me. Obviously I kept doing it the whole time. My companion/daughter is Sister De Oliveira Rosales from Canada/Mexico and her family is Portuguese. I don't know what her first language is and neither does she. We speak French equally well, although she's got a better accent because she lived in French-speaking Canada for four years as a kid. Anyways, in the middle of the meeting the Sister Training Leaders asked me if we could help them teach a few lessons tonight. I was cool with that since, despite my love for contacting, I don't actually like contacting for six hours straight. We finished the meeting. The nurse told me to go into a room and tell her assistant something, but the room was full of Elders waiting to get their shots. Meaning half-undressed. It took me a second and a reprimand from Elder Martinez to realize was was going on. I may have screamed, threw things, and sprinted out of there. Vive la France. A couple nice Elders helped me figure out how to get to where we needed to go to meet the STLs and turns out we were already late! So I booked it out of there, with my new comp in toe, and narrowly avoided a flu shot. Yeah, suckas. I went with Sister Vidal, who actually knew Sister De Oliveiras from before. They met briefly and she was begging me beforehand to train her and telling me that it would be super helpful for the Portuguese family we teach. I told her if that's what the Lord wants, I would love to train her. Sister Vidal told me well, I know what the Lord wants and I will tell President. I don't think she actually did, but it worked out anyhow. Soeur Vidal and I went to Noella's house with her home teacher. I always see her when I'm in Lyon. They only meet with her every now and again because she lives so far away, but I'm always there when it happens. We had a nice talk. I helped Soeur Vidal with her Jumper's Knee. We met back up at our hotel. All of the new missionaries cheer when they see me. I told them I hope that one day they can be as happy as I am and love missionary work this much. Good luck. Back in Chalon, we rearranged the apartment as per the request of the STLs to have our bed/desks in one room and their bed/desks in the other (instead of a bedroom and a study room). We had to take the bed apart. Good old IKEA.

     We went to the best Halloween activity by our branch. It was so fun. My favorite game was one where everyone tied a balloon on to their ankles and you had to go around and pop everyone else's balloons without getting yours popped. Once it was popped, you were out and you have to sit down. Obviously I won. I had to get aggressive in the end, but it was worth it. Everyone understands that I play basketball now, if they didn't before. Also, while moving around our room, I stepped on a tack. It went all the way into my heel, about 1.5cm. Don't worry, it barely hurt because it's all callus. Solid. Literally. 

     We had a great lesson with Joana and Fernando and their family. Soeur De Oliveiras speaks Spanish, so it's easier, but still hard to communicate. Once, we went up to a guy, said, Hi, we're missionaries, and he said I can't talk right now! I have to eat lunch! So I said Another day? And he said, yeah! Follow me! We were really confused but we followed him and he showed us where he lived and set a RDV with us. We took a bus to Autun, an hour away and so many things went wrong-the bus schedule changed, our RDV turned into a TBV, and it was just rough. But we met so many cool people that we wouldn't have met otherwise! On the way home, a girl on the train tried pronouncing my last name. (Believe it or not, it's really hard. OOOshan? HutchKINS? HOOTCHkins?). I explained my name and why I was here. She asked why I could believe. It seemed like a weird question to me, but then she said, "I've been trying hard to believe, mais j'arrive pas." Golden. That is why we are here, my friend! She even lives in our sector and really wants to meet with us. At church Sunday, we had four amis show up, including Stephane, the professor. He hit it off with the Catagni's. We also had President Benizar, the Stake President, show up. He was really impressed with the missionary work here. Apparently he also talked to one of our amis, Yves. We've been worried because he has some slight mental problems which slow him down. But according to President Benizar, he "desperately wants to be baptized". That was a shock, because he's never said anything to us. I'll take it though. En route to find a coordonnee with the Millers, we saw Soeur Faria walking down the road. Limping, actually, because she had Polio. Turns out her husband got into an accident. She didn't want us to come over there with her, but we waited and caught them all on the way back home. We got Anthony, their 19 year old son to stay and talk to us for a while. He is awesome. I love their whole family. But he challenged me to a game of soccer. Challenge Accepted. 

Instructions for Christmas Packages

November 2, 2013

To the families of our beloved France Lyon missionaries:

Christmas time is quickly approaching and we wanted to make
it as special as we can for your missionary.  As you are
preparing your Christmas package for your missionary, would
you please have it shipped to our mission office in Lyon by December 6^th?  

We will hand them to the Missionaries on our Zone conference tour in December.

So we recognize it as a Christmas gift, would you write the
word “Christmas” on it?  Thank you so much!
Just a few guidelines for what to put in your package:

Please consider small items  which will decrease the cost for you to ship it
as well as allowing us to deliver them to your missionary easier.
Also I know our missionary sons loved simple things as gifts--
things like a current family photo, or letters and cards from
family members.

Please email us if you have any difficulties with sending a
small package for your missionary.   A letter would be just
as special and just as appreciated.

Thank you very much!  We love our missionaries - your sons and
daughters.  We love serving with them and feel so grateful for
this blessing.  They are wonderful, faithful and diligent
representatives of Jesus Christ.

President and Sister Roney
France Lyon Mission

Mission office address:

MISSION  FRANÇAISE DE LYON

Lyon Business Center

59 rue de l’Abondance

69003  LYON

FRANCE

Tél : 04 37 51 18 20