What MKs wish churches knew

By Ron Snell

I sit in the middle of the back seat of a long, green station wagon -- a donated gas guzzler with rather loose steering connections. In the middle of the front seat is my older brother, beside me my younger sisters. Obviously, when it was time to argue for the best seats for our ride to church, I lost.

We're on furlough. Notice I don't say "home on furlough," because as far as we kids are concerned, home is the other country we just came from. But nobody understands that when we walk in the door of the church.

"Welcome home," they say, gushing over their missionaries. Read more...
- with comments by mattalbman, Danigirl