On Tuesday, January 12, we fed the missionaries from our zone at the regular zone training class. Sister Caldwell decided to do her famous Hungarian goulash. After a couple of experimental batches of homemade noodles, she decided that we should look for egg noodles instead. We were fortunate to find pappardelle noodles at Makro (Costco on steroids) and the meal was well received by the missionaries. We continue finding shortcuts as we find more local products that we can use. I suspect we might actually know what we are doing by the time we leave.
After the meal, we were pleasantly surprised as one of our zone leaders, Elder Harrop took charge of the cleanup. We were impressed with his organizational and leadership skills, but most of all his work ethic. He ended up working late to ensure that the church building was spotless before leaving. We feel so blessed to serve with these amazing young people. Elders Lott and Harrop (our zone leaders) also invited us to dinner on Friday night as we inspected their apartment and they gave us treats to take home as a thank you for preparing the dinner for zone training. (I should also add that their apartment was clean and orderly).
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Elders Lott and Harrop serving us a lovely enchilada dinner. They are the best! |
As usual, some of Sister Caldwell's piano students are running out of steam. Many people start with great enthusiasm but give up when they find out how much work it is. My mother used to say that teachers have to be friendly slave-drivers. Very few kids come wired with the drive to master things. Through the generosity of the Harmon Foundation, we were able to get keyboards for her students, but they come back to the mission if they don't finish the courses. Since Sister Caldwell gives the lessons for free, they are often not valued and some students and parents are not as committed.
We continue to work with many inactive members and some come out occasionally. It is hard to get people back into the habit of regular church attendance. If these folks came back regularly, the ward would certainly be stronger and the service loads could be more easily handled. Of course, the blessings in their personal lives would multiply as well.
On Saturday, January 16, I attended Stake Priesthood meeting and sat next to two old friends, Wilfried DeCoo and George Tuffin. Wilfried was a young (24 year-old) branch president in Antwerpen when I served my first mission. George is the eldest son of Victor Tuffin who was the district president at the time. We had a great time catching up. George has written the history of the Church in Flanders and is now working on a second volume. We were fortunate to have a few pictures of our time here and I suspect they will show up in the history since George indicated he had no pictures from that era. I had scanned our pictures during our US stay before our mission and I am glad that we had the scans with us. We will also meet with George later so he can interview us about our memories of that era.
That evening we were invited for a lovely dinner at the home of the first counselor, Victor Pushnoy. He is from the Ukraine and works for an automobile paint company. His wife is from Georgia (in the former USSR - not the USA). They have three active boys who are charming and cute. We enjoyed their company immensely. As we returned home and were pulling into our parking spot, a warning light came on in our car indicating a fault with the electronic ignition. The car would only run on a rough idle. I turned it off and back on and the fault seemed to go away, so we thought that it was maybe a temporary condition. The next morning as we left early to go to Church, we drove it out of the garage and onto the street and the light came on again. We limped back into the garage and explored alternative ways of getting to Church and notified Elder Robison in the mission office. He told us to come to Gouda that afternoon and they would have another car for us to borrow.
We discovered that we could not make it to Church using mass transit in time to catch the train to Gouda for the other meetings. We also discovered that it is impossible for members in Mechelen to use public transport to get to the Church meetings on Sundays because of the reduced schedule and late start for the system. We are not sure that this fact was considered when the members were asked to go to Leuven. It also explains why some of the members here go to Brussels and Antwerpen instead of Leuven. It was a valuable lesson for us, but a bit frustrating not to be able to make it to our regular church meetings. We did, however, attend the Young Single Adult sacrament meeting in Gouda that evening.
Our district meeting was moved from Tuesday to Wednesday and from Leuven to Turnhout so that President and Sister Bunnell could conduct interviews. That meant an early start with the food for lunch. The Elders from Leuven took the bus to our house and rode with us from Mechelen to Turnhout. Fortunately, the traffic through Antwerpen was light so we arrived in plenty of time. After the interviews, all 10 missionaries in the district returned to our home in Mechelen where they blitzed (tracted and contacted people in the area), ate dinner and then at 6:00 PM we watched the Worldwide Missionary Training together. This is the first training of this kind in ten years. Our instructions were to watch it as a district. Needless to say, after spending the day together and then watching the broadcast together, we had great unity in our district.
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Elder Bishesar showing the district how to eat rambutan. |
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Sister Doxey diving right in. |
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Taking notes at the world-wide missionary training broadcast |
On Friday afternoon, January 22, Vicki and David Anderson along with two sons, Dallin and Jacob arrived for a three-day visit. We all hopped the train to Brussels and had a great time together. They are very adventurous and appreciate the subtleties of Belgian chocolate (and PDQ Bach). David served as stake clerk when I served as stake executive secretary so we have a long association. Vicki and Bonnie also share a love of music and primary. Sister Caldwell persuaded them to prepare a special musical number for sacrament meeting and it went very well.
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The slightly soggy Andersons by the Manneken Pis in Brussels |
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The direction finder in Mechelen showing how they tried to extinguish the moon in the 1600s. |
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The Andersons trying to decide if Luikse or Brussels waffles are the best. |
On Saturday, we visited the market in Mechelen and then I participated in a Stake Family History Workshop in Antwerpen. The Andersons visited Sjolaa, our local chocolatier and then climbed St. Rombolt's tower. The family history workshop was well attended and well organized by Brother Marc Schilts. This is the second workshop he has organized and it is a great blessing for folks in the area. I was blessed to work with a couple who have found the names of 130,000 relatives. The family history work here is amazing. We finished the day by taking the Andersons on a pilgrimage to Makro where they dove into the delights of northern European cheeses (among other things).
Sunday morning, we all took off for the Church meetings in Leuven. The Anderson/Caldwell musical number, "And His Name Shall be Called, Wonderful," was well received and the speakers provided inspirational messages. The Andersons endured the entire block and had limited translation. Since they have been attending in Metz, France, the transition from French to Nederlands (Dutch) was a bit confusing.