'Go church'

Cogitation 3, 2020 Saturday 18 January 2020 This week’s blog differs from my usual first-draft, journal-style, review of the week. Here, I look back on my experience of church as we look forward to a new church home in the city where we moved a bit more than a year ago. The blog’s plenty long. It’s more personal. It’s followed by photographs of the week, remembering, first, a hero for making things right.

Only light can drive out darkness. Only love can drive out hate.

Marty and I identify with the Christian body known as Mennonite or Anabaptist. This faith group arose as a Free Church in 1525 in Zurich, Switzerland, during the Protestant Reformation. Today, we, too, find spiritual sustenance among friends who are members of Roman Catholic, Anglican, Lutheran, Methodist and other faith persuasions.

Briefly defined, the Christian church is a body of religious believers; also, the whole body of Christians.

Our goal is to find a Mennonite congregation in Goshen. We now live at Greencroft Goshen Continuing Care Retirement Community. We could drive 12 miles back to our present congregation, though being part of one locally suits us best.

Our move included finding a new physician, new dentist, new ophthalmologist, new dermatologist, new pharmacist, new neighbors, new grocer, new coffee shops, new library, new walking paths, new, new, new.

Goshen is amply blessed, seemingly over-blessed, with Mennonite churches. We’ve found strong welcomes in each of the eight churches we’ve visited so far. We’d like to find one within walking distance, if possible. Would it be too much to ask for one where the service starts at 10, even 11 am?

We’re looking for one that is a member of Mennonite Church USA, one where congregational singing predominates, one that promotes small groups, and one where Mennonite/Anabaptist core values shape the life of the people, these being: “Jesus is the center of our faith. Community is the center of our lives. Reconciliation is the center of our work.” (From What is an Anabaptist Christian?, by Palmer Becker, Missio Dei #18, Mennonite Mission Network, Elkhart, Indiana, 2008, 2010). Anabaptist means “re-baptisters,” the name detractors derisively called the new Christian movement when its formation included adult, or believer’s, baptism.

Cassel

I grew up in Cassel Mennonite Church, a rural congregation in south-western Ontario, Canada. The church was imbued with a rich Amish-Mennonite Christian heritage. Sunday worship and Sunday school were central, with attendees seeking to be mindful of Christ-honoring behavior during the rest of the week.

Thomashof

In 1964-65, I spent a year in Germany in an exchange program started a year earlier by European Mennonites. My assignment was working on the grounds, gardens and facilities of The Thomashof, a retreat and conference center, home for a few retirees, and home for the local Mennonite congregation. I also delivered the post to a few households and picked up milk from a nearby farm.

It was an enriching experience. In less precise terms I was representing a presence of North American Mennonites among, and learning from, people many of whom had experienced WW II. I was immersed in work, worship, play, and numerous colleague and family interactions, as well as with residents and visitors to The Thomashof. Part of the staff was made up of the then still current but waning Mennonite deaconess movement.

People spoke of food and shelter deprivations, churches falling in line with the secular order, wanton nationalism, the sheer weight of fear and uncertainty in the midst of dire need, and, finally, liberation and the aftermath. My sponsor and a number of others in the congregation were peace advocates, after having been part of the military.

I attended Sunday worship services, Bible conferences held at The Thomashof, several church days out, and a conference-wide youth New Year’s Eve party that paused at 23:45 for participants in silence to reflect over the year passing and pray for guidance in the new.

My monthly allowance was modest, yet more than enough to buy toothpaste and sundry other supplies. During the year I received a financial gift from my home church, matched by my sponsor, which I used to buy a nice Voiglander camera. These gifts toward a “real” camera, to replace my Kodak Instamatic, were unexpected and truly heartwarming.

Near harvest time, the Thomashof church’s organist, a farmer, underscored for me that there’s no division between the natural and the sacred order. He spoke of standing in his wheat field, Bible in hand, overwhelmed, praising and thanking God for God’s beauty and bounty.

Cassel, again

Back home, in reporting on my year at church, I drew on Albert Schweitzer’s notion of reverence for life. I used Schweitzer’s example that if a farmer on his way home from cutting a field of grass for his cattle carelessly pulls up one blade of grass, that’s a sin, an affront to life. For some reason I felt bold enough to make such an assertion among friends. No one refuted the statement.

Aha, I later thought, the people at Cassel Mennonite Church believe that worship includes all of life, that it’s about who we are and what we do, seven days a week. It’s all an offering to God. God made us. We belong to God. God wants us to live in peace and extend the peace. God wants us to take care of ourselves, others, and all of creation. Thank you, Cassel, for that enduring lesson.

Prairie Street

I started attending Prairie Street Mennonite Church, Elkhart, Indiana, in 1969 when I moved to the city to work as a writer-editor at Mennonite Board of Missions. Marty came to Elkhart after teaching at an International School in Monrovia, Liberia. Thanks be to God, and mutual friends, we found each other. After we were married we became members at Prairie Street.

Founded in 1871, Prairie Street is one of the earliest urban congregations in the former (old) Mennonite Church, now part of Mennonite Church USA. Being part of Prairie Street has been rich, nurturing, anchoring, life-shaping. Within and without the congregation we’ve been privileged to develop and exercise a variety of gifts. My gratitude to Prairie Street exceeds anything I can muster, beyond a heartfelt, Thank you!

St Anta

Our journey with church has also taken us to the Duchy of Cornwall in south-west England. For nine years since retirement we’ve spent three winter/spring months in St Ives/Carbis Bay.

The footpaths drew us there and still do. At the same time, we started attending a small Church of England congregation, St Anta & All Saints, in Carbis Bay, and its mother church, St Uny, in Lelant. There, among dear friends, we’ve found “home from home” spiritual and social nourishment in church and homes.

Friends Terry and Ann had a daughter who lived with varied health conditions. Daughter Carolyn died in her thirties. Carolyn found a deeply appealing welcome at St Anta. “Go church! Go church!” she insisted to her parents. They did and do. My thank you to St Anta and St Uny echos from across the pond: “You’ve taken in strangers and shown us deep love.”

Church ahead

As our journey with church moves on, I’ve given myself time to make “a mindful” transition to a new church, a new city, a new stage in our life.  I am grateful for the rich heritage of church that goes behind, above, beneath, and before me. I look with expectancy for a new local assembly, in the worldwide communion of faith, with whom to be present with God, God present with us.  

I take as instruction for living out the reign of God, the summary statement on church in Confession of Faith in a Mennonite Perspective: “We believe that the church is the assembly of those who have accepted God’s offer of salvation through faith in Jesus Christ. It is the new community of disciples sent into the world to proclaim the reign of God and to provide a foretaste of the church’s glorious hope. It is the new society established and sustained by the Holy Spirit.”

The week in photos

Friday, 11 January, near Middlebury, Indiana. I’m grateful for even small signs of not-too-impatient motor vehicle drivers, regardless the weather. .
Greencroft Goshen. Waiting for spring, or for someone to stop by for a quick bite.
Empty-nesters, on holiday for the season.

A birthday party

Cousins, spouses, and some of their children gathered at the home of Carol and Vernon Birky in Goshen last Saturday to celebrate the birthday of Doris Mast, Marty’s oldest sister. What do we do when family gets together? Share a wonderful meal, keep the TV turned off, catch up, tell stories of those who have gone before, look at family artifacts, listen to poems written by niece Shari Wagner (Indiana Poet Laureate 2016-2017) in her latest book, The Farm Wife’s Almanac, dedicated to aunt Doris. Go home smiling, filled and happy.
Vernon Birky, Doris Mast, Mary Miller.

Walking Cowles Bog

One of our favorite walks in the Indiana Dunes National Park is Cowles Bog, a lollipop shaped 4.5 mile loop over oak covered dunes, a short distance on the shore of Lake Michigan, and return. The steeply eroded areas of the trail near the lake posed a challenge for us, though we carried on with care and pauses.
The Cowles Bog walk isn’t getting any easier, just more memorable.
Looking toward Michigan City, Indiana, not visible the day we were there.
The freighter may have been carrying coal to the Northern Indiana Public Service Company generation plant at Burns Harbor, or iron ore to the ArcelorMittal steel mill. I don’t know. In 1990, NIPSCO became the first coal-fired utility in the Midwest and the first utility in the nation to meet the new federal sulfur dioxide clean air standards set to go into effect in 1995. Burns Harbor, pop 4,000, has made bold strides to become an eco-town.
We walked Cowles Bog with Nelson and Ellen Kraybill, ending with a late lunch at an Italian restaurant, Brewster’s, in New Buffalo, Michigan.
Hanging on, barely, hanging on. Hang on, brave oak, in wild and wonderful surroundings.

-John

4 thoughts on “'Go church'

  1. Thanks, John, for another fine reflection. I appreciate the thoughtful way you’ve described your search for another home congregation, an important step in settling into a new community. As you know, we visited a great many churches before finding a new church home here in Port Townsend — and what a blessing it is to find a congregation that both welcomes and engages newcomers. Wherever you land, they’ll be fortunate to receive the gifts and perspectives you and Marty bring to the body of Christ. Blessings as you search!

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    1. Thanks, Marlene.The search goes on, even as we prepare for our hop across the pond, with anticipation of reconnecting with St Anta & All Saints. Who knows where else the trails will take us.

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  2. As always a very informative blog. On reflection I guess I was too young to realize all the varied experiences you had. When you went to Germany, it was unheard of for anyone in the community undertaking such an event. If my recollection is right I think it was an almost historical moment when grandma Rachel talked to you on the phone. It seemed like you were on the other side of the world from our rural community. All I remember is that you had to pound carpets on the wash line.
    Kaye

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    1. Hi Kaye. You raise some interesting points of family history. Much to cover when next we gather. Enjoy the extra helping of snow and ice.

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