Acting Mennonite for Gaza’s sake

Earlier this week my husband and I and many of our friends took part in a Mennonite day of action to call for a ceasefire in Gaza and an end to US support of that war. Nearly 2,000 Mennonite demonstrators in the US and Canada converged on some 40 local offices of national representatives, in demonstrations instigated and coordinated by a couple of Young Turks who call this effort Mennonite Action.

Locally, 150 of us met at our congressman’s office, sang, prayed, listened to witnesses, and took our concerns to the congressman. He was not in but he got the message and no, he is not going to support a ceasefire. But it felt like something to have done this. It felt like the start of something.

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Voiceless

Last Sunday I was leading worship, as I am asked to do now and then, and I had an embarrassing lapse. It was not the worst thing that has happened to me as a worship leader—I once tripped and fell on the steps up to the pulpit—and it was not even the lapse that I was expecting and trying to avoid, but I’m wondering about it now.

Tripping and falling, in fact, was very much on my mind because I had done that the day before, at the farmers market, right in front of the Salvation Army Santa, who picked me up and fussed over me until I was sure I could limp to my car. But I had sprained my ankle. Continue reading