1978, The second meeting, in Paris
T.L. Osborn is in Paris? Yes, in the Christian café-bar of 178 street Legendre, and he needs his keys. Can you bring them to him?
It is the new chance which proposes me Jean Fauvel. Once over there, I push the door and then,I perceive a man on the knees He is not praying, but sticking a big photo on a cardboard support.
He raises the face. Yes, it is indeed him, T.L. Osborn, the man who learnt me to preach! He gets up and comes towards me by holding out me the hand:
By several other words, he exhorts me to take courage in the action; to make act my faith for the profit of people and for the Glory of God.
During this time, in this small shop, everybody stopped working. Brother Osborn takes advantage of it to present me his wife, Daisy, a very beautiful woman to the haughty head port, to the frank glance and to the brilliant smile.
Actually, both indeed speak magnificently about our tongue, I would say even, better than most of the French people, because they make all the connections between the words which they use, while applying to use a very popular vocabulary. Daisy seized some books on a table and offers them to me: they are the last writings of T.L., she says to me. They were translated into French because, besides France, your tongue is spoken in more than thirty countries in the world!