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 →

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Avenue du Maréchal Joffre, Tourcoing

Part Five in the Derailleur series. It’s been a couple of years since I have had the recurring dream of going back and serving the last six months of my mission that were taken from me. I had been out just a short time when the First Presidency decided to make mission service 18 months... 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 →

Place Pierre Semard,Tourcoing

Part Three in the Derailleur series. Six changes of underwear (Mormon), two sets of The Standard Works of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (English and French redundancies), the other Mr. Mac Ironman Swedish-knit polyester suit, six white shirts, four ties, two pairs of jeans, three sweaters, two oxfords, various t-shirts, a pair... Continue Reading →

100 Rue Carnot, Tourcoing

Part Two in the Derailleur series. We don’t appreciate rail travel west of the Mississippi. It’s seems to hold a place just a notch above Greyhound. In Europe it is mainstreamed into the notion of motion. Where here we’re sequestered in sheet metal cages, on the rails you’re exposed to directions and purpose instead of... Continue Reading →

Boulevard de Denain, Paris

Time to peel the kid gloves and get my fingerprints on this, the story of a number of experiences, one in particular, from my service as a Mormon missionary in France and Belgium, 1980-1982, and then events and realizations peppered through my life as a young father and husband that resulted in my breaking away... Continue Reading →

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