Connect Ministries
We had spent the week meeting our neighbors. Most of the neighbors we had met didn’t look like us, speak the same language as us, come from the same places as us or worship like us. We had worked in a community garden that is gardened by refugees who had been farmers in Nepal and Bhutan and who were missing the food that tastes like home. We had danced with Marvin after he told us the story of how his kids and wife were finally able to join him in Texas years after he had esc
