When I was nine-years-old my family traveled to Beijing, China. The air is thick and smoggy. The streets are chaotic. The people mash together like an overfilled can of sardines. I was the only blonde
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When I was nine-years-old my family traveled to Beijing, China. The air is thick and smoggy. The streets are chaotic. The people mash together like an overfilled can of sardines. I was the only blonde
Read moreby Amanda Goodroe I grew up hearing stories of persecution in China. Stories of underground churches and believers longing for just one page of the Bible filled my mind as my train pulled into Harbin,
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