I hear a gentle huffing from down by my feet. A few moments later, the huffing turns into an insistent pawing at my shins. Sighing,
Some women I love talked about abandoning a you-pick strawberry patch now owned by a gay couple. They felt themselves in a moral quandary, though they would not have considered boycotting the patch of a divorced and remarried or a live-in couple — though those couples would also be living in sin according to the Plain Mennonite understanding of Scripture.
I buried a saint named Grace. Her insistence that I do her funeral brought me out of retirement for a few hours.
Grace was known for saying, -“Conrad can do no wrong.” Every -pastor needs a Grace in their corner.
In the business of daily life, it is hard to remember what is important.
We try to remind each other. At -crucial times of life and death — when my child was born, when my -mother died — I was able to hold what is important to me, to feel how precious and fragile life is.
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.
