The word has a different meaning to the kids we work with.
The other day, I was talking with Tito and Betsabe about my iguana, Rockette, and how she scratches me all the time. I showed them where her claws had cut into my forearm.
They responded, "Oh. We just thought you were emo."
Apparently, the subculture that formed around the music has evolved into a label for those who cut themselves.
Yesterday, one of our fellow missionaries heard one of the girls talking about how awesome it was to be emo. We've heard reports of a few other kids cutting themselves as well.
As far as we know, all of the kids who do this have made professions of faith.
I get so frustrated sometimes when churches think they can just drop in, do an evangelistic SWAT operation, then vacate. These kids, Christian or otherwise, need stable, longsuffering relationships.
Please pray for us as we try to introduce and demonstrate a love that heals. It sometimes feels like we're in over our heads.
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