Musings on peace from an armed pickup truck It was just after breakfast when the pickup truck arrived that would take me, a Mennonite Central
I went to the desert to pray. It was the bleak midwinter of January. The brothers of the Benedictine Monastery in Northern New Mexico were welcoming and warm as always. But the landscape was naked …
Some years ago, I wrote a story about a Mennonite detective named Jake King. Jake speaks in that sardonic, world-weary voice made famous by Spade and Marlowe. Like his fictional predecessors, Jake gets bowled over by every Beautiful Woman who comes to him for help. And he is reminded that women can get along fine without him …
