A while back Trevin Wax at Kingdom People wrote about being a missionary in Romania:

The more Romanian I understood, the more I learned about Romania and the Romanian people. The more I knew the language, the more I heard or witnessed things that I didn’t like. My opinion of Romanians began to turn sour. Several experiences began to tarnish my opinion of the people God to whom God had sent me.

There was a man who had come to scout out possibilities for a church group that would be coming to Romania later in the year. He had only been in Romania for five minutes or so, when a pastor’s teenage son came up to me and told me to ask him for money for a bike. I couldn’t believe the nerve! When I refused to translate such a request, the guy told me, “What’s $90 to him?”

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After the “honeymoon period” of my stay in Romania, I abandoned the rose-colored way of looking at Romania and the Romanian people. At the same time, my love for this people was too great for me to wallow in cynicism and to not be able to trust any Romanian anywhere. So eventually, the pendulum swung back into the middle somewhere. I saw Romanians as flawed, just like Americans and every other nation is flawed.
There are no perfect people! There are no perfect motives! There are no perfect cultures!

Any thoughts on this one?