During the winter of 2002-03, many of us Mennonite pacifists were concerned about the probable U.S. invasion of Iraq. It was easy to feel powerless and hard to know how to raise one’s voice.
I thought I had the “happily ever after” most little girls dream of. After five years of dating, we married at my home church, and I felt like I was floating down the aisle on my daddy’s arm toward my prince charming.