Poetry For weeks, the soil translated into dust, Then lint, then ash, and at last Into smoke. The creek compressed Itself to an unwilling path
We sat down at the table, which smelled of chicken pot pie and sported a Santa with a tub of butter. Sarah (a pseudonym) stared across the table at us, her former foster-to-adopt parents. We had come to her new adoptive home for Sunday lunch a week before Christmas …
An Ohio mother was recently arrested, charged and given a felony conviction for falsifying records on school forms. On the school enrollment form she listed a false address for her children, an address that is within the school system. The mother and her daughters actually lived in another, nearby district …
Conscripted daily to pay taxes that underwrite killing and warmaking, many U.S. Mennonites are seeking ways to refrain from paying for war …
What makes us a church and binds us together as Mennonite Christians? We are not church together because we have a pope …
God intends that the church be a hopeful place. The Apostle Paul often spoke of that hope and made great effort to help others comprehend it. Paul’s hope was inextricably linked to the person and work of Jesus Christ …
