MK Life By Clint Vernoy A few years ago while still ministering in the jungle of Venezu- ela, I went through the biggest change imaginable in just under 12 hours. I went from preaching in flip-flops in our Indian village in the jungle to preaching in a suit. I hadn't worn a suit for over a year. I flew out of the jungle at sunrise with the Missionary Aviation Fellowship pilot. Af- ter 12 hours of travel, I went straight from the Chattanooga air- port to the Wednes- day night service of a supporting church. I walked in and shook hands with the pastor and greeted his wife, both dear friends, as I would always do ac- cording to custom in Venezuela. I continued to walk through the foyer of the church and only then realized I must have done something wrong, though for the life of me, I had no idea what it might have been. Everyone stood in the foyer in absolute silence and expressions of shock. What had I done? When I realized my mistake, I was ready to head back to the jungle and hide. I had greeted the pastor´s wife with a kiss to the cheek. To not greet the pastor's wife as I did, had I been in Venezuela, I would have been considered cold, standoffish, rude, or even arrogant and superior minded. To greet her as I did in Chattanooga was inappropriate at best or scandalous at worst. I turned to the pastor and saw a smile of understanding. He knew I had just experienced a feeling he had known all his life. He started to giggle and waved me off saying, “Don't worry about it, Clint, I know how you feel.” He was a missionary kid (MK). I had just done the culturally correct thing in the wrong culture. 16 BIMI WORLD Number 3, 2011