Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

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Women Learn How to Sow in Cafe Mingo

Last week, my home was turned into a madhouse.  A Missionary Ventures team came down from Canada and some women from the team taught local ladies how to sow while others ran a program for the children.  Once the neighbor children saw the kids having so much fun, kids from the neighborhood started pouring in as well.  At one point I heard 40 children were running around.  I came by in the afternoons and played with the kids a little as well as taught a few some English.  Here are some photos:






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