This post was first published in the column I write for Anabaptist World. I thought I’d also share it with you. *** Some time ago, one of the pastors at the church I attend, Junior Beachy, spoke on the roots of abusive behavior. His insights were helpful to me and, I thought, relevant to the church […]
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Everyone I know is waiting. They wait for a new house. A new baby. Healing from sickness. The end of one thing and the start of another. When I first composed this article, fifteen hostages waited in Haiti, yearning to be free. Simeon waited for years to see the Messiah, and when he saw him
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Eighty-some years ago, as recorded in a history pamphlet written by my grandpa: “Four brethren of an adventurous nature decided to go west.” The four “brethren,” members of a Mennonite church in Pennsylvania, settled their families in northern Wisconsin, on land dotted with stumps, swamps, rocks, and spindly trees—but with a rich layer of topsoil
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So, I don’t think I live up to this yet…but here’s what I’ve been thinking about. *** My great grandma’s rocker had a cover on it once—blue blocks in several shades, circled by a dark blue ruffle—but I thought it ugly, so I threw it way. The wood of the rocker is worn. On the
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I made my own wedding dress. I have sewed dresses for myself since I was a teenager—have moved from frustration and seam rippers and the sewing of sleeves to neck holes to calm satisfaction in watching the pieces fit together, just so. My wedding dress was of simple design, its only stab at “fancy” a
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