Poem This is my life, I say, and I don’t know if there’ll be another. The chill day stretches before me, the gray hours waiting
Fifty years ago, we were hard at work at Hesston (Kan.) College. Our first child was about 5 when it seemed advisable to take into our home my wife’s folks. Our daughter grew up with four German adults over her—no screaming or hollering allowed. Thirty years later, we learned a lesson too late …
One of the joys of my aging years is the Sunday school class I teach at Faith Mennonite Church in Newton, Kan. We sit around a long table in a classroom that doubles as the health and wellness room. As one who has difficulty hearing, I like it that at the table we lean in toward each other as we speak, our quarterlies and Bibles on the table before us …
When Adelheid Thiessen agreed to head the mammoth task of preparing 10 meals for 5,800-plus assembly participants, she knew the menu would have to be simple. She’d also need an awfully big cooking pot …
