I walked through the village on a bright and sunny morning on Monday. The birds were chirping, the sun was warm, the air was crisp, and the village was quiet.
Last week I went to Costco in Winnipeg and sure enough the Toilet Paper panic had come to Manitoba.
Last week I wrote about how the Mennonite Heritage Village Chortitz housebarn needs some work done on its foundation. Fortunately, the foundation can be fixed and then the central clay oven heating system can be used again!
Sometimes physical events are symbolic of deeper meanings. In the house floor of Mennonite Heritage Village’s Chortitz housebarn there is a growing bulge.
The Mennonite Central Committee (MCC) is turning one hundred in 2020 and Mennonite Heritage Village, together with MCC, is celebrating by looking back at the last century.
After a while they turned to us, “If God has sent us a message, we want to hear it. Our women are willing to teach you how to become Senufo so that you will know how to share this message with us.”
In southwestern Congo where I was born the sandy, palm-lined avenues of Kamayala frame the rural home of the majority of my childhood.
I arrived in Cuauhtémoc with my head full of the stories I’d read about the Mennonites in Mexico in the pages of the newspaper Die Steinbach Post.
Have you ever been asked to fill in your nationality or ethnic identity for a survey? It makes me think… how many generations of a family are required to live in a geographical location before it can be called home?