Today and tomorrow I’m going to tell you two stories about Venezuelans in Colombia.
The first I heard in a sermon preached by a friend of mine who lives in Cucutá, near the border with Venezuela.
He and his wife had welcomed a Venezuelan couple into their home. One day, they offered to buy the Venezuelan couple a gift, anything they liked.
The husband chose a serving of McDonalds fries.
The wife asked for a bottle of shampoo.Share this post: