something cool happened this week. Michael was baptized. I don't know if I've told you guys his story in full so I will start from the beginning. sister Olson had been in this area about three months before I arrived on the scene, and spent a day at the university trying to find people to teach. Michael came up and spoke to her in french, she spoke back and didn't really know what she said or if it was correct, handed a card with the address to the church and sent him o his way without getting any contact information or his name or anything because it was like her second day in the field. it was then forgotten about until two months later when he showed up on his own at the last hour of church, having ridden the bus and asked people for directions for the hour and a half before he got there, alone, without being asked. that just does not happen. actually it does. he came. and then we didn't talk to him until the first time we met with him in a lesson at the university, when we answered a few questions about the law of chastity (fun times!) and gave a quick lesson on the restoration. it was getting toward time to go, and the room we were in was booked in the next hour, so i decided what the heck, he doesn't seem that interested but I'll run baptism by him. his answer was an emphatic yes. surprise. the next meeting we got him on date, and then he came to every meeting and activity and Sunday service to the day he was baptized.