I took the opportunity afforded by my briefer work hours to travel a few miles up I-65 to visit Franklin Mennonite Church.
It is a Beachy congregation on what I imagine is the traditional end of the Beachy spectrum. Nonetheless, the people were friendly. Apparently the group had held some street services in Nashville recently and optimistically believed I was a fruit of that effort. With true dignity folks switched to the ubiquitous Mennonite Game upon hearing my last name, dropping the mission mind and picking up that search for commonality.
Upon reflecting upon this game, I wonder if Christians everywhere and especially Mennonites would not be better served if they were to constantly seek commonalities among with whom they worship.
The congregation seemed to be of average size, and the second visit produced a large meeting with three local congregations and a casserole banquet aka fellowship meal following.
I enjoy the drive up there, its parked far into the middle of a patch of cornfields, but at current gasoline prices, it may soak into my general entertainment budget a little too much. We shall see.
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