From the SIM blog:
Missionary kids, MKs, are an extension of the ministry of their parents. The parents feel God’s calling on their lives to go … to live in another country, another culture, a new set of rules, a different language … but they don’t leave their children behind. Of course not. The children follow their parents and learn to adapt to a new ebb and flow …
Caroline Black, an MK who grew up in Ethiopia, used these words to describe her experience:
I come from a world where ambassadors are chauffeured along dusty, unpaved roads in shiny black cars while donkeys trot complacently on the pavement. I come from a world where crippled beggars knock on the window of the taxi I’m riding in with my friends. I come from a world where I attempt fragments of the language to get myself around and people on the street yell fragments of my language back at me. I come from a world where school is a united nations of cultures brought together by a common dislike of French class, and I debate the proper time for dinner with an Italian friend, the correct spelling of ‘favorite’ with a British friend, and politics with a group representing at least five different countries. I live in a world where there is color and confusion, prosperity and poverty, dust and development. I come from a world that is far different from my country of birth.
