When you center love, as Jesus sure seemed to do in action and when asked about the greatest commandment, a lot of rules fall away.  Or, put another way, rules are revealed for their true purpose.  Not ends in themselves, but structures in service of love and liberation. But I do wonder sometimes about our freedom…

Names, even if we aren’t aware of it, place us in a story.  Sometimes it’s a beautiful story we choose to dedicate our life to.  Sometimes it’s a painful story that calls for repentance and repair.  Sometimes its both.

And so, my fellow Mennonites and Menno-curious folks: Not that we have always done it well, but Menno’s people are the sheep in the wild flock of Anabaptism that have attempted to love, rather than kill, their enemies.  Mennonitism was born as a nonviolent response to violence committed in the name of God.  Our origin story is one of wrestling with the implications that Jesus actually said and meant for us to love our enemies.

…What do these stories mean for those of us who are not martyrs? For those of us whose grief is quieter, less dramatic, but no less real? And what do they mean for those of us who must learn to see ourselves not only as sufferers, but sometimes also as participants in another’s suffering?