Phyllis: I'll swap you two Send Internationals for your New Tribes.
Carol: Only if you throw in that AWANA.
Phyllis: But they're not even foreign. They hardly count!
Carol: Doesn't matter. The kids still look kinda weird.
Or maybe the postcards serve as some sort of dietary aid? You're up at 2am. That last slice of apple pie is calling your name. But first you have to get past the smiling faces of people sharing the love of Jesus with starving refugees. Of course, if you're like me, you then remember that you can't send any or all of them your pie, and it'd be a shame for it to go to waste. So you just eat the pie and go back to bed.
Just do a Google Image search for "Missionary Family." The entire results page is my grandparents' refrigerator. |