Homecoming Talk

I’ll try to pick some good stories. I know that’s what you came to hear.

All right, for those of you who maybe don’t know me—I don’t think anyone out there doesn’t know me—but if you don’t, I am Teancum Hadden. I just returned from my mission in the Canada Montreal mission, which is in eastern Canada, if you know where Montreal is.  It’s in the province of Quebec, which is the French part of Canada where the all speak really, really weird French.  It’s kind of like The South of Canada.  They all kinda speak funny and they all don’t really want to be a part of the rest of Canada.  It’s an interesting place.  It’s a very, very interesting place.

So I served most of my mission in the province of Quebec with all the French people.  Our mission also covered a tiny little bit of Ontario, where Ottawa is.  Ottawa is the capital city of Canada. It’s very small.  It’s about the size of Salt Lake, pretty much.  Not a whole lot of people, but a lot of politics.  So I did serve a little while in Ottawa as well.  That was pretty much my mission.

I served in three languages on my mission:  Chinese, English, and then French, so it was very varied.  Very varied.  I had to learn a lot, spoke a lot of different languages, talked to a lot of people from all around the world.  Canada is a very, very cosmopolitan country. Montreal is a very, very cosmopolitan city.  If you name a country, I probably talked to someone from that country, likely in the language that they speak natively. It was a grand old time.

They asked me to talk about faith, so I kinda wanted to tell the story of my mission a little bit and how I kind of developed faith on my mission.  It was a lot of faith going to work there.  My companion speakers have talked about faith pretty well so I don’t feel like I need to define it or anything. Hopefully you were paying attention.  If not, you’re a little behind.

Before my mission, I was like, “Yeah, I got faith. This is good. I’m ready to go on my mission.  I’m great. I worked at Scout camp. I was teaching merit badge classes and talking to people.  It was basically a mission.  That’s all you do, right? I’m good. I’m good. I’m prepared.” And then I got to the MTC and . . . Missions are pretty crazy because they take your self-confidence and they just kind of say, “Buh-bye.  It’s gone now. You don’t have it any more. You have to build it again.” You find your own self-confidence with the lack of self-confidence that you have right now.  So it was kind of hard.  I went in and I was like, “I’m exercising so much faith right now!”  I was getting out of the car with my bags and everything; I’m in the MTC with a name tag on.  Great!  Fantastic. But that faith really got me about that far, and then I kind of realized that I had to do a whole lot more, and that Chinese is a real language and people really speak it, and it’s actually really difficult to learn. And those little squiggly little boxes that you see?  Those are real things and people really read them.

It was a little bit of a splash of cold water there.

Everything that I did for the first long part of my mission I was just like, “I am not good enough. I am nothing.  There is NO WAY that I can perform to the level that I should be performing at.  There’s no way that I can perform to the level that I did before my mission.  My self-confidence is in the toilet, in those bathrooms at the MTC.  It’s gone.” So I was really hard on myself. I was doing OK with the language, but I got to the mission field and I couldn’t really do anything right.  I didn’t know how to teach--especially not in Chinese—I wasn’t very prepared.  It was pretty difficult.  It was very difficult.  Missions have their own struggles and trials for everyone.  I think that’s how they’re designed to be, to kind of destroy you.

One time I was in my second area, I was in Ottawa serving in the YSA ward.  We lived right next to the University of Ottawa in downtown Ottawa, which is a pretty big university. It has lots of Chinese people.  We were doing some Chinese work, some not Chinese work, French/English/Chinese all at the same time, so it was a little bit crazy. We met this guy, his name was Min.  He was Vietnamese Canadian from Toronto, and he was in Ottawa for an internship or something.  We met him at a park. We just walked up to him. I thought he was Chinese, that’s why I talked to him.  He was not Chinese.  

I said, “Hey, do you speak Chinese?”

He said, “I’m Vietnamese.” 

I said, “Oh.  That’s awkward. OK . . . . Do you believe in God?”

He said, “You know, it’s funny that you asked that.  I started believing in God about . . . [looks at watch] two days ago.” 

I said, “Well, great! We share a message about God with people.  That’s our job.  We teach people more.” 

He said, “Yeah, sure I’ll meet with you.  Here’s my number.  I’ll text you when I have some time.”  When people say they’ll text you when they have some time, that means they’ll never text you.  I thought, ‘OK, great.  That was fun. Time to go to sleep.’ 

So a week later he actually did text us. 

He said, “Hey, do you guys want to meet up at such-and-such a time at the University of Ottawa?”

I said, “Wow!  Sure! Great! That sounds fantastic! We’ve got nothing going on. Let’s do it.” But I forgot to write it down in my planner. So we get to the day of, and I’m hanging out with my companion from Tahiti--his name is Elder Tarati-- and we’re studying in the morning.  Then all of a sudden we get this text from Min saying, “Are you guys still coming? I thought you were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.”

I said, “Oh!  Dang it!  We were. Right.”  So we got ready to go and we ran out the door, and the whole time as we were walking over to the University I was like, “Oh, man! I’m a horrible, horrible person because I totally forgot to put this in the planner, and now this guy who was probably a golden investigator is gonna have such a horrible image . . .and yada, yada, yada.”  I was really, really hard on myself.  But it all worked out in the end because he was still there. We met with him and he was very excited to meet with us.  We met with him for a while, the sisters met with him for a while, and then he moved back to Toronto, and after a while he got baptized.  So it was great. It all worked out in the end. 

So I walked away from that experience realizing I needed to take it down a notch.  Things work out even though. Someone else is in control here. I don’t have to be perfect.   And around this time I really started to feel like I was developing faith in Jesus Christ specifically. At that time I started really, really enjoying sacrament every week, because I knew that sacrament is the place where you go to repent, and you renew the covenants you make at baptism, and one of those covenants is that Heavenly Father forgives all the bad things that you’ve done, so long as you’re trying to keep going, and to look forward, and to be better than before. You’ll be forgiven. It’s OK.  It’s all good. I really enjoyed that because it kinda cast out a lot of fear from my life. Even if I mess stuff up, it’s OK.  Jesus has got my back. It’s OK.

There’s a quote in Preach My Gospel where it talks about faith in Jesus Christ.  It says, “Faith casts out all fear.”  I think that really having faith in Jesus Christ really does cast out all fear, because if you have faith in Jesus Christ, you know that know is nothing is unsalvageable.  Nothing will go so wrong that the atonement of Jesus Christ cannot fix your problems.  So long as we keep moving forward, keep trying our best, it doesn’t matter how well or poorly we perform.  It’s not really a question of that.  It’s a question of the direction we are moving.  So I started to think about my mission a lot more in terms of that. It started to go a lot better.  It was the beginning of a long process of self-discovery, I guess you could say.

So as I continued on, I also stopped looking at my mission as “I’ve sacrificed two years to the Lord” and I started thinking of it as I sacrificed one day at a time, and I give that to the Lord. I sacrifice myself every day.  It’s not something that I’ve already committed to for two years, it’s something I do every day.  I think whether you’re on a mission or not, that’s something that we all do--and need to do--every day.  When we get up in the morning and say, ‘This is the time that I am giving to serve my Heavenly Father’, whatever way that might be for you in your own lives and your own situation.  For me on a mission it was doing missionary work, and now it’s a totally different thing.

As I started to think about that and started to have faith on a daily basis, the kind of faith to sacrifice my life one day at a time, it really changed my mission around a lot.  I remember one moment when it really clicked.  I was in my second-to-last area. I had just moved there from serving in English in Montreal, and I went to this tiny little town called Granby, which is about an hour east of Montreal.  It’s famous for having a zoo, and that’s about it.  It’s very French. Deep Quebec.  Everyone speaks weird and eats poutine and all that kind of stuff. I went there and I’m not entirely sure what happened, but everything kind of clicked in my mind.  All of a sudden, missionary work wasn’t this thing that I had to do, faith wasn’t this thing that I really had to work for, it was just kind of there.  It was who I was.  I woke up in the morning and this is what I did. I started to really, really enjoy it.  I met people that really changed my mission around and made me really enjoy what I was doing.   I had really great companions.  I was companions with Elder Tarati again, the Tahitian guy who I was with when I taught Min for the first time. It was a wonderfully peaceful place.  I think I felt the Spirit more there than in any of my other areas.  It was so calm and relaxing. I think it’s really where my faith became in Christ.  I’d say that I kind of found Christianity in that area and realized what it was all about. It only took me a year and a half, but I did it in the end.  That’s what counts. It was a wonderful experience.

I know that we exercise faith in our lives.  There’s a lot of big decisions that we have to make sometimes.  There’s a lot of sacrifices that we have to make to the Lord.  I know that as we do those, even if they’re really, really hard and they stay really hard for a long time, at some time, everything will kind of click in our lives.  All the sacrifices that we make, all the callings that we have, all the things we do, whatever it may be, it will all kind of click, and there will be a moment when we realize that it’s actually for our good.  This is the Lord sculpting us into the people that we need to be.  So long as we have faith to take those opportunities, to make those sacrifices, when they are given to us, and we have the faith to stick with them as we go along to keep faith in Jesus Christ that everything will work out in the end, everything really will work out in the end. And we’ll become the people that Heavenly Father really wants us to become on this earth.  That’s the most beautiful lesson that we can have.

I’ll bear my testimony that I know that Jesus Christ lives. He is born for us, and because of that we can do anything. We can overcome any challenge in our life. We can return to live with God one day. 

I’ll bear my testimony in Chinese and French.

[bears testimony in Chinese]

[bears testimony in French]



poutine:  A Canadian dish of french fries and cheese curds topped with gravy, and sometimes other things.

Homecoming Party

President and Sister Phillips, Sister ?, Elder Burton (I think), Sister and Brother McGee, Teancum.

Over 100 people were invited over to the house on Saturday evening,and lots came.  Mission pictures were posted on the long wall by the apple tree, and festive lights adorned the area. Special guests included James Bartholomew, President and Sister Phillips (mission president and his wife), Brother and Sister McGee (mission office staff) who showed up to welcome our missionary home, Spencer Cannon, and some other missionary friends from the area.

Meeting the Flight

Grandparent group hug

 

Bethe gives her brother a hug (and Bethe doesn't give hugs!)

Hanna gives her uncle a hug.

The shirt that Hannah wore to meet her uncle.

Welcome home from Lucy:  "Teancom is the best! I forgive you for punchine me"

A Note from the Mission Office

25 August 2019

 

To Friends and Family,



This week is transfer week for the Canada Montreal Mission which means that our Missionaries will have P-day on Wednesday instead of Tuesday.  The only exception to that will be the Elders and Sisters serving in Newfoundland.  They will still have P-day on Tuesday to prepare for travel on Wednesday if they are being transferred off the island. They should still have time to e-mail or telephone you. Transfer day is on Thursday and that is when everyone who is transferring will move to their new area.



Hopefully this doesn't cause too much confusion.



Sister Robyn Boyle
Canada Montreal Mission

Oh boy!

Got some poutine

Dear All,

So this is my last week. After next P-Day, I'll be out the door with bags packed and with just enough money to buy an engagement ring in my pocket (they seem very insistent about that last part). I'll save the mushy, reflection-y stuff for next week. 

This week we had my last ever zone conference, and also my first zone conference we have ever had with President Low. It was quite a nice zone conference. A little more relaxed than they were with President Phillips, but still very uplifting. I felt pretty good afterwards. They talked about finding through members. It was pretty applicable for our current predicament with our severe lack of investigators. We got some helpful advice.

We had exchanges with the zone leaders again since they're in our district. This was the exchange that I was planning, but the zone leaders said they had too many lessons, so we all did work in their area and they ended up just leading everything. It's nice to have leaders in your district because it means there's a whole lot less that I have to do. 

Elder Vargas and I took a trip down to Ottawa yesterday to see if we could find any francophones living in the Riverside area. After spending several hours knocking around the neighborhood of one of our members, we determined that there weren't any. However, we did find several people who were very nice and were actually interested in learning more. We're gonna send them over to the riverside Elders to teach. Again, we got some good numbers, but not a whole lot to do.

This evening we're going to the Couture's home (the Coutures are a member family who really likes us) to have a Family Home Evening with a bunch of less actives and recent converts. We're both pretty excited about it, and hopefully there'll be some non-members coming too. 

We went fishing this morning and caught an astounding two whole bass. This time we did keep them and we're gonna eat them. Pictures included.

That's it for me. Wish me luck.

Both of us

One fish . . .

Two fish . . .

Elder Hadden

That dating training they make you do. (that's how you know it's really the end. They start telling you to get married) 

12 August 2019

Dear all,

Following up from last week, we spent a lot of time finding this week, and got some numbers for our efforts. Again, none of them seem super solid, but at least they were interested enough to see us again. 

We had a lot of a fun thing we call "bashing" this week. I'm not a particularly big fan of having "discussions" about the scriptures. In my experience, there is no amount of scriptures or logical arguments or discussion that will change anyone's mind about religion. Elder Vargas however, is very, very good at it and enjoys doing it a quite a bit. The other day while we were knocking, we knocked into these three young African guys who invited us in. They proceeded to ask us a bunch of questions about why snakes don't eat dust if the Bible says they should, and how we can know if the Bible is being metaphorical or literal. They were very intent on the Bible containing the whole truth of everything, and very much weren't interested in the idea of an open scriptural cannon. 

Yesterday we had a similar experience with another lady, but this time we brought a member named Frère Morin for backup. He is also incredibly gifted with explaining the Gospel very well and just getting along with people. Elder Vargas and I pretty much just sat and watched Frère Morin try to explain the need for a restoration and everything like that, while she tried to rebut and reject what he was saying. It was a very long discussion, and went pretty much nowhere in the end. She was very much not interested in listening to what we had to say. 

All in all, my opinion on bashing really hasn't changed. Sometimes it's nice to at least just talk to someone, but nothing really happens. 

We had a district activity last P-Day, but there was a torrential downpour at the last minute, so we had to scrub our hike. We instead just hung out in the church, made Latino food, and played soccer and basketball in the gym. It was enjoyable overall. However, I didn't take any pictures because there wasn't anything too interesting. I've taken probably about 5 pictures total this transfer. I'll take some boring ones this week, just for kicks. 

Love you all, 

Elder Hadden

Sic semper homines exquirendo *

Dear all,

Pretty downer stuff going on in the area this week in terms of investigators. We tried to pass by our golden Haitian friend Élie the other day and succeeded only in making his wife angry at us. He still hasn't answered any of our calls and hasn't come back to church. 

Lydia and Flora, the "Golden" people I taught with Elder Surette last transfer, also officially dropped us this week. From the text they sent, it sounded like they had dropped us about a month ago, but I guess they just didn't communicate it too well, or we didn't understand it too well, or both. Either way, that's another two fewer people to worry about.

As far as I've seen on my mission, that's pretty much the life span of a "golden investigator." You find them and they're super hyped to come to church and get baptized, you teach them a few times and maybe give them a baptismal date, and then they just stop talking to you for no reason that you can see. You can't even schedule an appointment with them to figure it out or help them overcome their concerns. They're just gone. 

There's always a very interesting battle with hope. Most of the time, I feel like I'm doing the Lord's work, and I generally enjoy what I'm doing, but my struggle is to have hope that the work I do will pay off. I know that even if I don't see any results in terms of baptisms or high numbers that I'm still making a difference doing what I'm doing (perhaps sometimes a difference only in myself), but it can get very discouraging. I feel like I very frequently go through a cycle of being filled with hope as we find someone new and then having that hope slowly leak out as they gradually start to ignore us. 

However, I have learned that hope should be much more in ultimate results or events than proximate ones. Even if I don't have much hope that we will baptize someone or that a specific person we're teaching will progress, I do have hope that my service and efforts are recognized by God and that one day everything will be made right. 

In other news, member work has been great. We met with quite a few less active and active members this week and had great visits with all of them. One of them is a chess teacher named Robert who agreed to let us come back so he could teach us some chess. Another is a sister named Rosie who hadn't been to church in more than a year but came this Sunday after we invited her. We also met with Sister Baker again (we've been meeting with her for a while, but we lost touch with her about a month ago) and had a very enjoyable visit with her. Even if non-members are depressing to work with sometimes, members are always great. 

We've also been doing a good amount of successful finding trying to rebuild our teaching pool. The other day we found a less active member from Peru who hasn't been to church in years and only moved to Canada a few months ago. She has a couple kids who havent been baptized and she said she wanted to come back to church and meet with the missionaries regularly. We passed her off to the sisters since they're the Spanish team, and last we heard they had a very, very spiritual lesson with her. 

So there we go. The moral of this week is: missionary work is sometimes pretty depressing, but hey, at least we've got members. 

Love you all, 

Elder Hadden

I'm out of pictures today, but we're having our first ever non-apostate district activity P-Day today. Pictures next week. 

* Sic semper homines exquirendo:  Thus always to investigators.

District Leader Email

29 July 2019



Dear Brother and Sister Hadden,

Just a short note to inform you that your son was recently called to serve as District Leader in the Ottawa Zone of the Canada Montreal Mission. We are pleased that he has prepared himself and is willing to accept this call.

Leadership in the mission is very significant and can make such a difference in the life of the leader and those whom he leads. We are grateful for his dedication and service.  We are also thankful for the sacrifices you have made and are making so that it is possible for Elder Hadden to serve the Lord in this part of His vineyard.  Elder Hadden has a strong testimony and is a devoted missionary who loves the Lord and this great work.  We pray for the Lord's continued blessings on your family.


Sincerely,



President Richard A. Low

District Leader

Dear all,

It has been another week. I had to be a district leader, which is always a very interesting experience. I remember at the beginning of my mission I was really excited to be a leader in the mission field. It was something I felt like I had had a lot of experience with, and it was a skill that I was able to develop in high school and scout camp, and I was excited to use that in the Lord's work and all that. Sitting and looking back on what the majority of my mission experience has been, though, I feel like the exact opposite happened. I didn't have the leadership experiences I thought I would have, and I certainly don't feel nearly as confident in it as I did before. It's been an interesting experience. I'm glad that I get to try my hand at being a district leader again before I go home, even though it is pretty difficult and confusing for me sometimes.

In other news, Elie, the Haitian guy who came to church last week, canceled the appointment we had with him this week and stopped responding to our calls and messages. By a miraculous chance, we ran into him outside of his apartment on Saturday night and he said that his phone hadn't been working and that he wanted to come to church the next day. We were on a pretty big high after that, until the next morning when he didn't show up to church. Anyway, we're trying to get a hold of him again. Maybe it will be successful, maybe it won't. You never know.

We've worked hard this week to find some new people, and have succeeded a little. We weren't very organized last week, but I think we've got our stuff together for this coming week. Elder Vargas pitched an idea the other day that we would have a "Finding Friday" where we just find all day and build up our pool of solid people. I think he chose Friday just because it sounded good, but I think it's as good of a day as any. We'll see how our schedule turns out for Friday after we set some more appointments this week.

Elder Vargas and I have started fishing on P-days. Last week we went and got a fishing license and a fishing pole (he already had a license, so I just got one for me), and we headed out to the Ottawa river. He really likes fishing, so he showed me the ropes and I managed to catch a fish. This morning we went again, and I caught a good-sized bass. Pictures below.

That's it for me,

Love you all,

Elder Hadden

The perch from last week.



Selfie on the Gatineau River



The bass from this morning

Fishers of Men, Fishers of Fish

The bass and me this morning

Dear all,

It has been another week. I had to be a district leader, which is always a very interesting experience. I remember at the beginning of my mission I was really excited to be a leader in the mission field. It was something I felt like I had had a lot of experience with and it was a skill that I was able to develop in High School and scout camp, and I was excited to use that in the Lord's work and all that. Sitting and looking back on what the majority of my mission experience has been though, I feel like the exact opposite happened. I didn't have the leadership experiences I thought I would have, and I certainly don't feel nearly as confident in it as I did before. It's been an interesting experience. I'm glad that I get to try my hand at being a district leader again before I go home even though it is pretty difficult and confusing for me sometimes.

In other news, Elie, the Haitian guy who came to church last week, canceled the appointment we had with him this week and stopped responding to our calls and messages. By a miraculous chance, we ran into him outside of his apartment on Saturday night and he said that his phone hadn't been working and that he wanted to come to church the next day. We were on a pretty big high after that, until the next morning when he didn't show up to church. Anyway, We're trying to get a hold of him again, maybe it will be successful, maybe it won't. You never know.

We've worked hard this week to find some new people, and have succeeded a little. We weren't very organized last week, but I think we've got our stuff together for this coming week. Elder Vargas pitched an idea the other day that we would have a "Finding Friday" where we just find all day and build up our pool of solid people. I think he chose Friday just because it sounded good, but I think it's as good of a day as any. We'll see how our schedule turns out for Friday after we set some more appointments this week. 

Elder Vargas and I have started fishing on P-Days. Last week we went and got a fishing license and a fishing pole (he already had a license so I just got one for me), and we headed out to the Ottawa River. He really likes fishing, so he showed me the ropes and I managed to catch a fish. This morning we went again, and I caught a good-sized bass. Pictures below.

That's it for me,

Love you all,

Elder Hadden

Me with the perch

The perch from last week.

Selfie on the Gatineau River

I Am Still Alive

Dear all,

It was a crazy week, as transfer weeks usually are. I took Elder Surette to the bus station on Thursday morning and said goodbye, and then waited for Elder Vargas to show up on the next bus. While waiting, I got to meet some of the missionaries from the Halifax mission who were getting transferred to Ottawa. One poor Elder got transferred from Halifax all the way to Pettawawa, two hours west of Ottawa. It's about as big of a transfer as you could possible make.

Elder Vargas is from Southern Texas, and his parents are from Mexico. He said that he spent a lot of time south of the border since that's where his family all lives. He's currently teaching me Spanish. So far, I can pray, and that's about it.

The rest of the week has been a little all over the place. I'm not particularly good at leading areas, and we're still getting settled in. We've had a lot of scheduled lessons, but a lot of them have fallen through leaving us with a lot of awkward finding time. 

The other day, we played a game of pick-up basketball with a couple québécois guys. It's not a finding idea that I have ever tried before, but it was pretty enjoyable and they did give us their phone number. We invited them to come and play with us at church sometime.

Élie, the guy we found last week, came to church on Sunday. It's really good to see that he followed through on what he said he would do. It seemed like he enjoyed himself, and it turns out he already knows one of the members of the bishopric, which is also very good. We should be seeing him again tonight. 

The members seem to really like elder Vargas. We had a DA last night with the Couture family that went very, very well. The last time I ate with them, the conversation was a little dry, but this time it was very lively. 

That's all for me this week. 

Love you all, 

Elder Hadden

Here are some pictures of the lake last week. The whole is an old caved in mica mine. 

Elder Surette is Dead

Elder Surette and me for one of the last times.

Hello all,

Elder Surette is going home this week. Tomorrow he departs for the mission home to spend his last few moments as a missionary surrounded by all the people who are just as ready to go home as he is.

Meanwhile, back in Gatineau, I'll be hanging out and receiving Elder Vargas as my final companion. I've talked to him once, and if I remember correctly he's from Southern Texas (so southern, in fact, that it's pretty much just Mexico). I think he's been on his mission for about a year, most of which he's spent serving Spanish. I think it will be a good transfer, all things considered. I'll send pictures next week.

In other news, the work drags on. We had not very much to do this week, much to the chagrin of Elder Surette. Monday was especially difficult because it was hot, humid, and we had nothing but hours and hours of finding time. Not ideal conditions for an easy end of a mission, but he told me that the thought of the ice cream In our apartment is what kept him going to the end. 

Yesterday, we had just as little planned, but we really lucked out in thinking of productive things to do. We spent the whole day calling old potentials in our area Book, and then passing by as many of them as we could. The end result was that we cleared out a lot of old names, and found three people who are interested in seeing us again. It was, all in all, a much easier and more productive day than Monday.

One of the more noteworthy people we talked to yesterday was a massive Haitian man named Eli. He was very happy to see us and very receptive to what we were saying. He asked lots and lots of questions in the way that says "I actually want to learn" instead of the way that says "I'm pretending like I want to learn, but actually I think you guys are idiots." At the end of our discussion, he was very insistent that he would come to church this Sunday. We'll hopefully see him again both at church and next Tuesday evening.

On a more depressing note and to follow up with that, one of the things I've noticed on my mission is that it really isn't hard to find "golden" people. About once a month or so, I'll contact someone who seems very receptive and almost like they're chomping at the bit just to get into the church. However, very, very few of these people ever meet with us again. It takes you on a sad and disappointing emotional roller-coaster.

That's not to say that I don't have hope for Eli or anyone else we contact, or that there isn't anyone out there who really is prepared. I do have a good feeling about Eli, and I'm excited to meet with him again, but I also would not be surprised if he just disappeared forever.

All in all, I am excited for this next transfer. We have good prospects in the area and our area Book is a lot cleaner. Even if even one we have now drops us, at least I can learn some Spanish with my companion before I go home.

That's all for me. 

Love you all, 

Elder Hadden

Still waiting for Vinsint Muetszche to feed us

Exchanges with Elder Bonny, my favorite Swiss Elder.

Our district from this transfer. Left to right: Elder Bonny, Elder Petit, Sister Fonseca, Sister Hicken, me, and Elder Surette 

Us with Charles, the old Congolese member who fed us sardines and Mayonnaise sandwiches.