My mom is the one who smiles at strangers. Genuine, from her eyes smiles—and they respond. My dad barks at dogs in the streets. Not quiet, tentative barking—loud listen-up yapping. The dog owners ignore him and the dogs usually do, too. He notices people, asks strangers random questions like, “Are you pretty good with that […]
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When I was a little girl, nighttime shadows were large around me, and I imagined spirits and demons against the wall. Bible passages and revival meeting preachers had painted vivid pictures in my mind of the horrors of hell, and I was afraid of dying and going there. I did not know how to be a
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It’s Thanksgiving, and I am home for a short but rich holiday with family, lots of food, and good friends. God has blessed me abundantly, and at times like this, it comes naturally to say thank you. I’ve never known real want, though, so it is easy for me to take all this richness for granted.
A reader from Ontario sent this picture and quote, and said if I wanted to, I could share them with you. I wanted to. So I did.
When I talk to my friends about my experiences at Sattler College, they are often surprised by the details. “You mean there are only twenty-two students?” “You mean there are other Mennonites there?” I’ve realized, because of those conversations, that I haven’t given either my friends or my blog readers a very accurate picture of
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