Ah, the good old days, when we tramped for days to reach the natives and rode on Elephants backs. When we sent letters home by snail mail and months latter a few pennies arrived to provide the meager basics of life. When we went out for five years and didn't wander home for any old excuse. My gosh we were real missionaries then
Look at them today, flying round in airplanes, living in lavish houses, coping with to much good food and flying round the globe for any old reason. How things have changed.
But wait, somethings haven't changed, have they. The Child Abuse is STILL going on (Scott Kennell), the denials are still continuing and the average missionary is still in the dark, while those higher up the chain keep saying "it wasn't much and it is all in the past!"