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You were excited. You were accepted as a missionary. The church held a big farewell in which you were center stage when all your life you had sat only in the pews. There was the thrilling, sorrowful parting at the airport, the flight in the giant 747, and a little uneasiness as you landed in a strange country. But friends were there to meet you. You couldn’t read the menu at the restaurant so you pointed knowingly at something you didn’t recognize and took your chances. You recognized half the food on the plate. The other half looked inedible—was it roasted insects or goat’s entrails?