I had a Mennonite upbringing, but it’s not what
you think.
There’s a decent chance you’re picturing a
buggy, a bonnet, and a farm with no electricity.
What I think of is missing Sunday school for
sport tournaments, having prayer as a part of my school experience and singing
‘father Abraham has many sons’ at summer camp. My family said grace and bedtime
prayers, but talking about faith was a negligible part of my home life, and is
even less so now.
This post is not about religion.
Rather, I want to talk about history, culture,
and values, which is what being mennonite means to me.
choice | peace | humility | community | gratitude| work