Asked why I raise my hands, I say a number of things: “I lift them to praise God for redeeming me.” My hands are holy
John Stiles parked his one-man caravan at Alexanderwohl Mennonite Church in late July. It had previously occupied a corner of a parking lot 25 miles away near Inman at Hoffnungsau Mennonite Church, a link in an Anabaptist oasis chain stretching across the Great Plains.
