Someone made a mention about Mennonites in another thread and it brought back good memories... [View all]

[MiddleFingerMom]

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Erica. I was in my late-20's and she was in her early 40's and had recently divorced her
husband of 20+ years. She had been raised pretty liberal mainstream Mennonite and,
with her newfound freedom, was curious about EVERYTHING that she had repressed
before. Everything.
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It was a wonderful match.
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She had a GREAT family, and they often had me over for their HUGE Sunday dinners.
Her Mom was a pretty traditional farm housewife and would make what for Mennonites
were fairly normal Sunday dinners -- maybe 15-20 different dishes to choose from.
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Her Dad was a minister or pastor of a church or whatever the Mennonite equivalent for
that position was. I was not religious at all -- but I absolutely LOVED hearing him say
Grace before the meal -- they were always these fantastic secular reminders of many
of the things that we could all be thankful for.
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One of her brothers was gay and his partner was as welcome as I was (and he was no
dummy either -- he also showed up for as many of those fantastic feasts as he could).
Eventually, the elders of their church approached her Dad and said he would either
have to renounce his gay son or leave his position in that church.
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Without hesitation, he told them (I'm paraphrasing a little here) to go fuck themselves.
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That whole family was such a positive experience for me in so many ways.
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