In a Mennonite church, I found unconditional love
I was sweating in bed, as one does on a June night in Chad, when I began to hear rumbling noises. My first thought was thunder, but it didn’t follow the typical thunder-and-lightning pattern.
I have always been steeped in the Bible. In childhood, daily Bible reading was encouraged and occasionally accomplished. I studied the Bible in youth group and argued about it.
