My Parents, the Missionaries...

 

First, I apologize for taking so long to put in this last post.  Yes, this is the end of my trip.  It seems fitting that I end it with a tribute to my parents...the missionaries.  I had 4 days to watch them be missionaries and I can tell you that it was a rewarding experience.  They manage to complement each other in really important ways and they appreciate what the other contributes. No my parents are not perfect, but they serve in whatever way they can and they are good examples to me of how to be of service.

 

I think it is cute that they still hold hands.

 

My Dad - Elder John C. Metcalfe

 

                                                                                     My Mom - Sister Joanne R. Metcalfe

 

        My dad will try anything, even going up all these stairs with no knees...Way to go Dad! 

  

 

We having a saying in my family "Our father has never met a stranger"  It is true, he can talk to anyone and this ability has opened a lot of doors.  My mom does a better job then we children did of supporting him in his gift.

                The Chapel in Lille, France    

 

Family Home Evening with the Young Adults.

 

They were being taught by an amazing convert..in fact all the young adults were amazing.

Now it is time to play...This is the part that everyone enjoys the most..eating my mom's yummy treats and having fun.
 

 

They made me participate in this one, you had to remember all the names of the people in the circle and when yours was called you had to move to the seat that was empty and say a name before the person who was "it" was able to get to the empty seat.  I could not remember any names and they could not say mine.  I tried to use my middle name but I kept forgetting so when people would say "Rene" I didn't realize that it was me!  Needless to say, I was really terrible at the game but had fun anyway.

 

The whole group

 



 

The last thing that I was able to do was to see the BYU Wind Symphony band perform.  They had arranged to come to Lille and the stake had reserved a big hall, had printed up tickets and posters to encourage the community to come and experience this group from the states.  The missionaries were using it as a missionary tool and everyone was really excited until the French government found out that the group was from BYU, a church run school, so they put the stop to the rental of the hall and that was the end of that.  The stake had to scale down the concert and hold it in the chapel but the place was packed and the music was well received.  The members of the band stayed with members and my mom and dad took a couple in as well.  They had a nice breakfast of fruit crepes and then the group from BYU shared a fast and testimony Sunday service with us.  It was a good experience for the young adults to see people their own age, living the gospel and having fun.  I learned a lot from the members,especially the group that my parents worked with, about the importance of living the gospel at all times.

 

Thanks for taking this journey with me.  It was one I will never forget!