The Life of an MK . . . or is it?

My sister Emily’s Facebook profile includes the following in her “About Me” section. Maybe someday I’ll post something that better reflects our actual experiences, but for now, you can get all the misconceptions all in one place.

 I’m from Africa, and yes, I’m white. I grew up in the jungle. It was kind of rough because we had to live in mud huts, but after a while you get used to the chickens wandering in and out. We ate a lot of exotic stuff- monkeys, beetles, that sort of thing. It was hot, because it was Africa, and everyone knows Africa is wicked hot, so I didn’t wear that many clothes most of the time, except when riding elephants, because it’s more comfortable sitting on them when you have jeans on. We don’t have any roads there or electricity, and I didn’t learn how to use a computer until I got to college. However, my education was extensive in other areas. For instance, I am fluent in African, and I know how to make excellent roof thatching out of banana leaves. It was a pretty adventurous existence. Sometimes tigers would come by at night, and we’d have to stay inside our hut for a bit until they passed on. It was a good life. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Yeah,  that’ll do for now.
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A sinner saved by grace through faith in Jesus Christ.

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