Thirty Years in Seattle On immigration, belonging, faithful presence, & the slow education of beauty. In the first days of August, thirty years will have passed since Lynette and I loaded everything we owned into a moving truck, hitched our
Gathering with West Coast Anabaptists

Next week, I’ll have the privilege of joining the Pacific Northwest Mennonite Conference Annual Meeting. As someone formed by the Mennonite tradition—while also finding a home among Lutherans, Episcopalians, emergents, evangelicals, urban practitioners, and ecumenical communities—these gatherings always feel a





























