This post is premised around a single observation: missionary kids have better social skills than the rest of us. Don’t worry, I have some half-baked theories on why this is true. But first, the mostly-true story of how I discovered this.
I was seventeen, sitting in my high school’s weekly chapel, and picturing my future self. I called him Missionary Matt, and he was super cool: I’m in a thatched-hut village in the Congo. I kneel beside a war orphan, checking his ears for infection and telling jokes to lighten his[…]