I recall, as a child, sitting in the pew and listening to the preacher discuss the missionaries in the undeveloped countries of the world. My imagination would soar thinking the natives were surrounded by lions and wearing beads and loincloths. Food would be cooking over an open fire, with men playing drums and women performing traditional dances.
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