Category: Essay

Christ and Communion

Back when I was small
And the black suits were tall,
There were services that went on too long,
First one man would preach
And another would teach
Then the people sang melancholy songs,
While black suits would bear
With quiet, solemn care
Bread and juice up aisle and down.

Yes, I’m Mennonite, and Why That’s Not the Point

This post comes out of a commitment I made to myself shortly after I started this blog. But to understand why, I need to tell you the beginning. I had sought to publish some short articles through Mennonite publications, but the lists of prerequisites…

Your Story

“Story” has become some sort of buzzword. You can Instagram your story, at least flickers of the highlights. You can buy a copy of The Story, a version of the Bible sold by Zondervan that tells the “continuing story of God and his people.” As postmodern…

Home

In December, I went with my school choir to sing in a woman’s correctional facility. We entered the red brick building, surrendered our licenses, got stamped, and walked through the metal detector. From there we were taken from one locked room to another and…

Our Sense of Time and Place

In my last year of teaching, I knew it was my last year of teaching, at least for a time. I didn’t know it in a calculated reasonable way. I didn’t know that I knew, but with that ever elusive sixth sense, I knew,…