Photo by Rising Damp
By Eun Joo Angela Ryo
His shifty uneasy eyes and the white knuckles from clutching the straps of his backpack too hard were sure signs that he was going into the fight-or-flight mode if he wasn’t there already. His tiny ten-year-old body was tense with mistrust and fear. I had taken my young adult group on a mission trip to New Mexico. Our main ministry was to tutor the Navajo children. We picked up the children from their homes and brought them to the mission center to teach them math and English and to love on them as much as possible. (more…)
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