ZONE CONFERENCE

I've often heard of zone conferences; now I've been to one.  For the parents of missionaries, let me share what temporal training they're receiving.

When I arrived, the parking lot was filled with bright shiny cars, hoods and trunk lids up, waiting for inspection by Elder Clifton, or "The Car Czar," as he's affectionately known.  He checks odometers, tire pressure, cleanliness of the entire car, including the glove box.  Winners get coupons for free sandwiches.  Elder Clifton's own vehicle is supplied with wiper blades and fluid, tire guages and other tools, etc.--a veritable NAPA on wheels.

In the meantime, Elder Scott, who's in charge of housing, had set up a mini-convenience store with free cleaning supplies, electric fans, and some cooking utensils.

Sister Lewis, the President's wife, had organized a clothing exchange.  Although some of the stuff was pretty well worn, some of the suits had actually only been outgrown and were good to pass down.  There was bedding donated, and white shirts were taken to give to investigators who don't have proper church clothes.  I helped hang the clothes, and I felt right at home.

Lunch was served by the local Relief Society sisters (and a few husbands).  Afterward, the elders were quick to put away the tables and chairs; then we filed back into the chapel where they sang to the work crew.  There weren't many dry eyes as they sang, "We are as the armies of Helaman..."

That's only the temporal part.  In addition, the missionaries spoke, taught, sang, led singing, and reported. 

It was a great day; I wouldn't have missed it.