ZONE CONFERENCE EMERGENCY

The title says emergency, but it wasn't serious--unless you consider thirty hungry missionaries a serious emergency!

We had a wonderful zone conference today. It was uplifting and inspirational, and we felt very motivated when it was over.

There was a little glitch though. About a half-hour before the lunch break, our zone leader came over to talk to President and Sister Matern. I was right next to them, but didn't fully understand their German conversation. I could tell something was wrong. I leaned over and asked if I could help with anything. Sister Matern said the RS sisters who were to provide the lunch must have forgotten, because they weren't there and the zone leader couldn't raise them on the phone.

Well, we decided to run to the store and grab some stuff and do it ourselves. Sister Matern drove, Sister Robinson navigated, and we went to Migros for groceries. We came back and fixed a lunch of yummy chili, with bread and some apples. It wasn't a glamourous lunch, but it filled everybody up, and it was just one hour late on the schedule! The conference just kept going until we were ready, and the conference ended exactly on time at the end. We were pretty proud of ourselves for getting it done so quickly. Things just sort of fell into place.

Of course we know how that happens.

As usual, the situation consumed my brain for that hour, and I forgot to take pictures. But here are some pictures of missionaries before and after the conference.

Mail call . . .

Checking out the mission newsletter

Being silly. . .

Love that smile!

The "Golden"

Getting ready

President Matern calmly waiting for the conference to begin

All in place.


Relaxing a few minutes after lunch

I thought we'd clean up the kitchen after the meeting was over,

but when I looked in--this is what I saw!

Those darling missionaries had cleaned up while we cooks were finishing our lunch!

Elder Middleton and others packing up to leave

Gotta be done!

And what does a zone leader do? Well among other things . . .

Bye, Sisters!

Everybody loves Sister Matern!

Waiting for the bus