A tiger killed a man and terrorized a village nearly 100 years ago. My grandfather, a missionary to India, shot the tiger. Its massive head and hide were preserved and then passed down through our family as a carpet until it landed in the most improbable of places: in a Brahmin priest’s prayer room on the shores of Lake Michigan …
In his late 20s, says Hugh Hollowell, a driven and restless stockbroker, he began reading about the Anabaptists and their Jesus-centered approach to gospel living …
Grafting an immigrant congregation onto a deeply rooted Mennonite community in Upland is even harder work.