In 2018, I was guest preaching at a Mennonite church as part of a summer internship. This was the final church I was preaching at
My Mind changed about Drick Boyd’s book when I read these lines. Written after the murder of George Floyd yet before the white nationalist insurrection at the U.S. Capitol on Jan. 6, 2021, Disrupting Whiteness is about how to talk to white people about racism.
“Do not harm yourself, for we are all here,” Paul shouts to the jailer in Acts 16. The man in charge of the prison has drawn his sword to kill himself, fearing the inmates have escaped after a miraculous earthquake flung the doors open.
For several weeks, as I’ve met with the Lord each morning, I’ve been listening to one of my favorite old hymns, “There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood.”
In January I had the great privilege of visiting Oak Flat, a breathtaking high-desert environment near Tucson, Ariz. I was able to pray at Ga’an Canyon (Angel’s canyon), a place sacred to the San Carlos Apache.
A blog reader asked me to write about the choices and priorities my husband and I are making as parents of a toddler. She had observed some qualities she liked in Plain Mennonite families of her acquaintance and was interested in hearing my perspective on parenting.
The first thing I would like to share is the religious violence women face in the conservative Anabaptist contexts of Latin America. The wounds of violence affect our relationship with God. It was not until my young adulthood that I was truly reconciled to Jesus. Let me tell you a little bit of my story.
