"Ministries" depend on money. Sexual child abuse doesn't usually go in the first paragraph of the prayer letter. New Tribes Mission, for me, isn't some obscure Delaware corporation. It's where I'm from. I was born in Durham, raised in Peniel, Shekinah, Vianopolis, Durant, and broke my nose in Cornettsville playing soccer. We played soccer in Camdenton...Beth Fyock was so cute, but I was too shy, but I did shake her hand. We played soccer against Waukesha, with Jersey boy Gordon Bennett mocking us, just like New Yorkers do here. Now that I've lived here, I realize he was just spurring us onto good works, and meant nothing by it. New Tribes is my tribe. My tribe allowed somebody to sexually abuse my sister. Jesus paid it all. I'm just a fellow sinner. My father-in-law tells me he was told by one of the americanos that I shouldn't have gotten involved, because everything was handled properly. That particular americano was a good soccer player. His brother worked with my dad. His brother's son has provided the most graphic and compelling testimony on this website. But I'm an MK, and we're just Sidebotham's caged animals, delusional....embittered and vindictive. Truth, apparently, is only interesting when it protects and furthers the ministry. Larry and friends could deal with all of this today, August 1, 2016, but the ministry trumps the truth.
Is anybody goin' down to Tambo, Bolivia, or even Cochabamba, anywhere so long as it's far enough to forget I'd ever known New Tribes
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