Part 3: Thinking of peace and cruelty
(This is a continuation of the Mennonite identity series) I think often about the incredible lives my grandparents had to live. I can see my features in my moms. I have a sense that faith will not leave me, even if I am the only one left. If there's one thing I would share, it's that you can be a mixture of a lot of people. My mom and I certainly are. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a pile of the broken parts, the shards of whole people. But it doesn't mean you left them. Or that they left you. Mixed paint is incredibly beautiful. That's what my mom showed me. Also I would say that Mennonitism...