I sat on the front porch of an hermano – a “brother” – from the small, Pentecostal-feeling Presbyterian church in a small town in the region of Uraba, Colombia. My sweaty legs stuck to the plastic chair, and I briefly wondered if the water used to make the lemonade I
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I sat on the front porch of an hermano – a “brother” – from the small, Pentecostal-feeling Presbyterian church in a small
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