Rue de Metz, Nancy

Part Eight in the Derailleur Series The lunacy of Jean’s incarceration was offset by the mystery of a letter received around the same time we found Jean in June, 1981. The letter was forwarded from the Paris Mission directly to our apartment, not via the mission home in Brussels. Its forwarder averted the usual line... Continue Reading →


Grand Place Stanislaus

Part Seven in the Derailleur series. Prostitutes weren’t the only driving force behind sending missionaries home early in Brussels. There was much other trouble to get into, not the least of which involved poaching. On district splits downtown we met up with a foursome to hit a specific quartier, kind of a Jehovah’s Witness approach... Continue Reading →

Gare de Mons, Belgium

Part Six in the Derailleur series. I opted out of the standard passenger seating and found an empty cabin on a rail car, part of a train that would transfer me to my next ville. It was one of those classic contexts you see in the movies where two passengers sit facing each other while the... Continue Reading →

Fontaine Bleuestraat, Mouscron

Part Four in the Derailleur series. Four months of tracting (door-to-door proselyting) yielded nothing but a carnet full of log tracts and a map full of X’s. We managed to knock on every door in the Belgian town of Mouscron and taught only once. That once turned into return appointments with the young family we found... Continue Reading →

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