May 24, 2013

"Coming Out Mennonite"

I first realized I was different from the rest of my family when I was 4 years old. It was a hot summer’s day and I was running water to fill the bathtub. Not for myself though. Oh no, I was filling it up because it would serve as my baptistery. That hot day around 2 p.m., I fully immersed my favorite white teddy bear, Banilla, into the lukewarm water. A hymn of response and reception was to follow.   ...

That was also the first time I noticed I was not like the other kids in my Missouri Synod Lutheran preschool Sunday school class. The second time occurred a few months later when we went around the circle during our class time and talked about what we wanted to be when we grew up. I knew I wanted to be a pastor. It’s something that I have always wanted to do. My pastor’s daughter was the Sunday school teacher and she let me know that girls couldn’t be pastors.