We must learn to mourn as cross cultural workers. We are always saying Good-byes and Hellos. We are often moving from here to there. Our co-workers are moving to other areas of the world as well. We come from many different backgrounds. We have experiences that make us who we are.
When a missionary gets a diagnosis of cancer or other illness. It is devastating and yet it means way more than what it may mean for someone at home. We must leave our home and most likely lose our job. We must rush to decent doctors and leave behind our place of comfort and peace. Even is there are decent doctors in your host country, you must often leave the “village” and live in hotels and eat at restaurants for the time of treatment.
One of the most frustrating things in our lives is the ever-changing community dynamics in…
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