Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

The words flowing from my pen were a prayer to the God of the morning: "As we walk, help us ponder the path of our feet and let all our ways be established ... for now we see through a glass darkly but then face to face. Now we know in part but then shall we know as also we are known ... ." The page in my journal was only half-filled when my peaceful hour was disturbed by the phone.

To hear the voice of our middle daughter was a surprise. We'd been together only a short time before at the Williamsburg Alliance Church, where we had stood patiently in a slow-moving line of many other people, all...