The quiet mouse

I grew up Mennonite. It was a small congregation. Maybe 30-40 people on a good Sunday. I miss the small congregation and the feeling like you are family.

I got married in that church surrounded by the friends and family who loved me.

It was a small almost secluded feeling church. I had the feeling that nothing was wrong and people within the Mennonite circle would not hurt other people.

Boy was I wrong. Through the years I’ve learned that people in other churches across the country were hurt by their pastors, musicians and other people in authority.

A friend I met while in Mennonite voluntary service actually works with people who have been taken advantage of by people in authority from all religions and helps to get their stories out.