Letter

Dear Mom and Dad,

I know it seems like I just up and left home but I have a purpose in doing what I'm doing or should I say, God has a purpose. I know you don't believe everything I tell you about Him and probably will scoff at most of the stuff I am going to tell you about. But, just let me get this letter through to you and then you can be done with worrying about you.

When I first arrived in Venezuela, I could not find Mr. Saunders, the man who had made arrangements to meet me at the airport. In fact, he never even showed up. So since I had nothing to do and nowhere to go, I found a semi-comfortable seat and fell asleep. Eventually, I found my way out of the airport and after many confusing things I met Dr. Christian. He just so happened to also be working with the Indians so after a couple weeks I went to the jungles with him for two months. When I was there, I met Mr. Saunders and other missionaries and found that he had purposefully not come to the airport because I did not have a mission agency so he would not make an effort to help me out. Anyways, seeing what he was doing I was glad that I wouldn't be working with him and the others because they were totally destroying the culture of the Indians. From this I have learned the importance of being a missionary without turning the Indians into North Americans.

Your son,
Bruce