When I heard there are churches in the online virtual world, Second Life, my jaw dropped—although not as far as the other jaws in the room …
When I heard there are churches in the online virtual world, Second Life, my jaw dropped—although not as far as the other jaws in the room …
I have always believed that Karl Barth was right: Christians ought to hold their Bibles in one hand and the newspaper in the other. The media frenzy surrounding the Rev. Dr. Jeremiah Wright, though, gave me pause …
There are many “Robert Kreider stories” across our denomination. One of my favorites involves a meeting where people were attempting to develop a mission statement. We were having some difficulty and asked Dr. Kreider, an author, historian and a former president of Bluffton (Ohio) University, to comment on the draft. To my delight, instead of offering a rewrite, Dr. Kreider noted that the statement “does not sing—it needs more effervescence” …
On Jan. 26, top leaders of our denomination said of the 7-year-old Mennonite Church USA, “Our vision and call to engage in God’s purposes in the world is not adequately supported by our present relationships, behaviors and organization” …
Five years ago I wrote an article in Mennonite Mutual Aid’s magazine about our new experience with budgeting, and our hope to be on the debt-free road and looking toward a managed retirement …
The first thing that caught my eye when I came into church the first Sunday in Lent was a hideous, ripped up quilt hanging in front of us. It looked like it was made from patches of women’s polyester pants in shades of dirty brown and gray. Stuffing was oozing out of it …
As a woman in my early thirties, I had high expectations for my future. I wanted a decent job, a husband and a home. I wasn’t worried about the little things that were going wrong—the sleepless nights, the restlessness and lack of appetite. It wasn’t until I began hearing (what psychiatrists call) “command voices” that I got scared. These voices were both familiar and strange …
Something is rumbling around inside of me to be heard or felt and I don’t know exactly what it is. I dreamed last night that we had visitors, a couple, and they were eating breakfast. When I asked if they would like some toast the man gave me a long, very exact request with spreads I had never heard of. I felt overwhelmed and frustrated because I knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. The wife looked exasperated and said something, to let me know whatever I had was OK …
It’s been documented by those observing human behavior that our world is run by tired people. Many long for a way of life that has periods of true rest and relaxation. Society is obsessed with competition, work and productivity. Even our leisure time is scheduled and goal-oriented …
