My father taught us that being a disciple means serving the family of Jesus
Under cover of darkness, a dozen or so men quietly walked through the falling snow in Zurich, Switzerland, on Jan. 21, 1525. The winter wind seemed to match the chill in their hearts as they made their way through the narrow streets to the home of Anna Manz, mother of Felix.
Nearly 25 years ago, in the Ministry Inquiry Program at Goshen College, I met with a pastor as a potential intern. The first thing he said was: “The way we do church in North America doesn’t work.”
