Ask Aunt Dorcas--A Discovery, and A Mennonite Girl's Fears

First, a fun discovery:

The Aunt Dorcas title originally came about because I wanted to distinguish my advice-column posts from the others. Since I’m an aunt, by birth or marriage, to over fifty people, and most aunts have opinions about what people ought to do, it was an easy choice.

This week I was astonished to discover that there’s actually an Aunt Dorcas character in literature. Despite loving Beatrix Potter and nearly memorizing some of her books, I had no idea that she wrote a book called The Tale of Little Pig Robinson in which this pig lives with two aunts named Aunt Dorcas and Aunt Porcas.

I seldom run across my name in literature, so to find not only Dorcas but also Porcas, which I’ve been called many times, not only in elementary school but also in my adult life, by people who called Paul and me Doll and Porcas—well, that was, as I said, astonishing.

I even kind of fit the description: "Aunt Dorcas was a stout speckled pig who kept hens."

So now I want to not only keep the title, but use this for the profile picture--

Aunt Porcas is on the left and Aunt Dorcas on the right.

Now, a less-fun discussion:

Dear Aunt Dorcas,

What is your opinion on all these recent abductions and kidnapping attempts of teenage girls,especially Mennonite or Amish girls? Are there things that we girls should be doing differently, so that we aren't so vulnerable?  

Miss Fifteen

Aunt Dorcas replied by email:

Thanks for the question. I will give it some thought.

So I know about Sasha Krause and Linda Stoltzfoos. Are there other kidnappings or attempts that I haven't heard of?

Miss Fifteen said:

I heard about quite a few attempts besides Sasha and Linda. I just want to be careful because I found out some of these stories through Budget readers and chatline listeners (hotspots for rumors! ) and can't assure you that all the details are correct.

Such as an Amish girl in PA who went to the hardware store with her dad and wasn't around when he was ready to leave. Two men had already gagged and drugged her but were caught before they could get out of the store.

A worker at Glenwood Foods in PA saw a man taking pictures of her coworker and told her boss.When her coworker went outside to leave two men were waiting for her . They were caught but their phones showed they had  already sold her.

There are more stories along the same line. I was just bothered by the fact that most of the victims were Mennonite or Amish.

Dear Miss Fifteen—

I don’t blame you for being alarmed. Linda and Sasha’s stories shook us all, and I would imagine it was worst for young women such as yourself. Having your sense of safety shattered is a cruel experience. Suddenly, everyone you see is a potential attacker, every car and corner hold a threat, and everyday places and activities no longer feel safe or fun.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Many of us were taught that dressing modestly would protect us from evil men, and wearing a head covering gave us another level of angelic protection. If we dressed right and behaved ourselves, all would be well.

Also, we lived far from big cities and all their vague dangers and sins. We took walks alone and went on long bike rides on country roads.

Then, in two highly publicized cases, young, head-covered, modest Mennonite or Amish women, doing normal activities, far away from the big city, were abducted.

In addition, as you said, other stories circulate. As you recognized, some are unverified by the news media but might well be true. It's scary.

Things have changed.

There’s a bizarre fascination with Amish and other Plain people. It wasn’t like this when I was your age, back in 1977. It’s not only tourism in Holmes County and dozens of best-selling “Amish” novels. It’s also lots of people with a weird obsession that makes them try to look Amish or get to know Amish people. Sometimes they send me gushing facebook messages or emails. They just looooove the Amish, they say. They want to see my house and be my friend—even though I’m not Amish and haven’t been for many years.

It is weird.

I have reason to believe this obsession extends into the underworld of sex soliciting and trafficking as well. If so, this means that the very things we were taught would protect us, actually make us more of a target.

That doesn't mean you shouldn't dress modestly, only that we need to change some of our thinking.

Another difficult truth about the world is that men have a lot more upper-body strength than women. With most other traits, such as fine motor skills or musical ability or pain tolerance, one sex might have a bit of an advantage, but there’s a lot of overlap. Upper-body strength is the exception. The average man, says our son Matt, is as much stronger than the average woman as a silverback gorilla is stronger than the average man.

This makes good-hearted men excellent protectors, but it makes evil men a serious danger, and women at a serious disadvantage.

You’re a young Anabaptist woman. What do you do?

The answer is not to hunker down in terror in your bedroom or never do anything the rest of your life. Please know that you are not powerless and helpless before an evil world. Girls like you need a sense of confidence that comes from knowing what to do and not do. You need information, tools, and options. 

First, though, I think our Plain culture needs a complete change of attitude.

When I get Ask Aunt Dorcas questions, I often crowd-source the answers at the dinner table. This one was no exception. My daughter-in-law, Phoebe, told us about a self-defense class she took at the University of Oregon.

Apparently the class wasn’t so much about throwing the right punches and that sort of thing, but about knowing how to discourage a potential assailant. For example, you can say a firm No. If someone is following you in a store and making you uncomfortable, you can even look at him and yell “NO!” as loud as you can. Everyone in the nearby aisles will be alerted, and the person is likely to run away.

The very idea of doing such a thing goes against every cultural expectation that’s ingrained in our bones:

1.      Be nice.

2.      Don’t make a fuss.

3.      Don’t draw attention to yourself.

4.      Be quiet.

5.      Be sweet.

6.      Smile.

7.      Be kind.

8.      Don’t say no.

9.      Be obedient.

10.  Be submissive.

11.  Be ladylike.

12.  Don’t stand your ground.

13.  Don’t push back.

So, it seems the first step of dealing with this new threat is to change our attitude. We need to recognize what makes us uncomfortable and be willing to speak up about it. Often, we've been taught to minimize or deny what we see and feel. We need to be in tune with our senses that pick up danger, and we need to be ready to do or say something.

My daughters all worked at the local discount grocery store and learned to deal with customers behaving inappropriately. There was a double barrier to pushing back, said Jenny. First, there was the Mennonite emphasis on being nice and compliant, and second, the expectation in retail jobs that the customer is right and must be appeased.

They never yelled No, but they learned to draw lines, such as not engaging in customers' attempts at flirty conversation and not giving their phone number. They told the manager and owner, if needed.

As I said, it's time for Mennonite girls to gain a lot more confidence, information, tools, and options.

Let me emphasize, though, that knowing more won’t magically keep bad things from happening to you. As Phoebe said, “Assaults are caused by the presence of an assailant.” If you are threatened or hurt, it isn’t your fault. No one should ever say, “Well, why didn’t you just run? Or throw something? Your skirt was too short. You should have just . . .”

The sin is the fault of the person who sins.

However, knowing more would give you choices of something to do in dicey situations besides freeze in fear, and that would be a good thing. Knowledge gives you tools and options.

You need to learn common sense tips that every college girl knows, such as locking doors, carrying your cell phone in your hand, walking with a buddy, and knowing which parts of town to avoid. Some of us are shockingly naïve.

Recently my daughter Jenny was on a walk on a country road when a pickup passed her and then stopped. Immediately, she assessed the situation, held her cell phone ready in her hand, and decided to confidently walk on.

Then the person in the pickup called her name. She kept her distance but had a conversation. It all turned out fine. I was proud of her for having a plan and knowing what to do.

Jenny could decide that it’s too unsafe out there and she should stay home or always walk with a buddy. But she feels like she needs a daily walk for her own physical and emotional health, especially with doing her senior year of college online from her bedroom, because of Covid. So she weighs the risks, makes a decision, and learns safety measures.

You can learn from books, classes, or knowledgeable people about personal safety the same way you learn fire safety or driving safety. I’m not giving lots of particulars here because I’m realizing how little I know. But I can learn.

Working at being safe doesn’t violate scriptural principles of nonresistance or femininity.

Also, accept protection from good men. Having volition over your own life doesn’t mean you don’t let your dad and brothers show their concern for your safety or go across town with you to buy something off a Craigslist ad.  Ask a store employee to walk you to your car if you have misgivings. Know that a good man will want to keep you safe without controlling you.

Remember that while the stranger-abduction stories get the most attention, you are far more likely to be assaulted by someone you know than by a stranger. Here, again, girls need confidence and resources. You are allowed to push back, speak up, and act on your intuition.

If you have ever been molested or assaulted by someone, even a family member, you need to tell and keep telling until someone believes you. It should be reported as a crime. You are allowed to say out loud what happened to you.

Again, this goes against our cultural tradition of being quiet and not making a fuss. It’s time for this to change.

Mostly, I want you to know that you don’t need to be frozen with fear. You don’t need to feel helpless and vulnerable. While none of us can be sure that nothing bad will ever happen, you can gain information and tools that will give you confidence and help you make wise decisions. You are not powerless.

We all have a lot to learn. You and I can even learn to shout NO! in a grocery store if someone is following us. Imagine that.

That’s what I think.

Aunt Dorcas

P.S. Phoebe adds:
Some examples I would give of non-violent assertiveness strategies we learned are: 

—firmly saying “No” (could be yelling, but maybe in a setting where yelling seems more reasonable)
—repeating the gross thing some creepy person muttered at you out loud so everyone can hear and calling attention to them as the speaker
—telling the person directly what they should be doing/not doing (“Stand over there. Don’t touch me!”)
—interrupting their plan of attack (for instance in a case where someone is running toward you menacingly, throwing keys or a handful of change at them, or waving a jacket in their face. The idea here is that you’re signaling that you aren’t going to comply with their plan.)

Here's a related article.

A Lecture on Commas

 “The time has come,” said Father, “to talk about you.” --Bullfrog Grows Up

“Today,” said Mother, “the time has come to talk about commas.” 

You may not be a grammar and punctuation nerd, but this is a serious matter that won't be resolved unless we all work together. If you can read and write, you can understand this.

Consider this fine sentence from a Facebook group called Forgotten Oregon, regarding animated GIFs in the comments.

They are distracting, annoying, and unnecessary.

One of the uses of commas is to streamline a series of similar words or phrases. Instead of repeating “and” all the time, we use commas instead and save the “and” for the final word or phrase.

Compare the above example with this: They are distracting and annoying and unnecessary.

See what I mean?

Another example:

Today I got up and I went on a walk and I lit the heater in the cabin and I made a pot of tea.

Clunky.

So we use commas to make a string of similar phrases.

Today I got up, went on a walk, lit the heater in the cabin, and made a pot of tea.

A series like this should be like a good round of hopscotch. You have a spot in front of the first square where you launch, then you smoothly hop hop hop, pick up the rock, and hop home.

In every sentence with a comma series, you need a launching word. You set your little tennie runners there and then take off into Square 1.

Also remember: every item that follows needs to be similar in shape, like the squares of a hopscotch game, and they all need to connect to that original launch word.

If you’re stepping off the hopscotch game, put an AND in there.

In the sentence about my morning, the place where you set your feet and begin is “I.” Every item connects back to “I.”

I got up

I went on a walk

I lit the heater in the cabin

I made a pot of tea.

Now, we take a deep breath before the bad news. A dreadful habit has entered our fair land. Writers begin a series properly, hop, hop--but then the last item veers to the left and goes wandering into the weeds.

Once you start seeing these, you find them everywhere, including the New York Times and Instagram posts from Queen Elizabeth. [Weep.] 

From Weather.com:

Very large surf is expected along the south Washington and Oregon beaches that could cause strong rip currents, dangerous sneaker waves, beach erosion, and move large logs.

We plant our feet on “could cause,” then we hop hop hop to:

Strong rip currents

Dangerous sneaker waves

Beach erosion

[so far so good]

Then we not only step on the line but stumble off the sidewalk and into the arborvitae bushes.

Move large logs? What?

“that could cause move large logs”??

The similar series ends with beach erosion, so you should put a comma and an “and” in front of it.

As I mentioned, even the New York Times messed this up.

He has spoken expansively of Beau’s example, military service, and his own grief over his eldest son’s death.

As it is, it would read, “. . . Beau’s . . . his own grief over his eldest son’s death.”

Stick an extra “and” in there, you fancy NYT editors. 

He has spoken expansively of Beau’s example AND military service and his own grief over his eldest son’s death.

Then we have a quilt magazine, on using Orvus paste to wash a quilt:

It’s inexpensive, safe, and lasts a long time.

You skipped some stitches there, quilt magazine. Try this: 

It’s inexpensive and safe and lasts a long time.

From davesgarden.com, regarding asp caterpillars—

Use tape, tweezers, or scrape them off with the edge of a piece of cardboard.

You’re bouncing off of the word “use.” Use tape. Use tweezers. Use scrape them off with the edge. Arrrggg.

From hifalutinhomeschooler.com, who ought to know better, describing classical homeschoolers--

“They are often memorizing speeches, dominating debates, and their parents hope to be raising the next generation of scholars, doctors, and lawyers.”

Please. There are only two items in the "are often" series. Put an "and" in between. Memorizing speeches and dominating debates. 

Then we have The Next Great Jane by K.L.Going, which is not some slapped-together self-published novel. Someone at Penguin should have caught this.

“True,” Kitty said, “but if that woman is going to compete with your mom’s fiancé, then she’d have to be rich, sophisticated, and have a better job than a Hollywood film director.

“She’d have to be have a better job than a Hollywood film director.” No no no.

This stuff is everywhere.

From a sewing site on Instagram:

Ambrosia is a veteran, a nurse and is fairly new to IG but has hit the ground running with it.

Just take out the second “is.” Easy peasy.

Faithit.com—

As kids, Laura taught me how to ride the swings, draw rolling hills, and the ‘right’ way to properly eat string cheese.

This one comes close. “The right way” links back to “taught me.” However. The beginning words are actually “taught me how to.” 

Laura taught me how to the right way to properly eat string cheese.

No.

As I mentioned, sadly, Queen Elizabeth got it wrong when she posted on the death of His Highness Sheikh Sabah Al Ahmed Al Jaber Al Sabah of Kuwait.

He will be long remembered by all who work for regional stability, understanding between nations and between faiths, and for the humanitarian cause.

Oh dear Queen. All you had to do was omit that final “for.”

From a letter in Threads magazine—

I love your magazine, articles, podcast and have been reading Threads since the first issue.

All right, class. What is our beginning word?

Your.

What is in the series?

Magazine, articles, podcast.

NOT “have been reading . . .”

Pop an “and” in there before “podcast” and we’re good to go.

Marina.von.koenig on Instagram , writing about quarter scale blocks.

It saves time, paper, and is fun.

No, Marina. Try this:

It saves time and paper and is fun.

You wouldn't say, "It saves is fun."

Believe me, dear readers, there are many many more examples in my files. Surely you've caught the drift of this important lesson, and now you can be irritated every day along with me. 

We close today’s lesson with a text from our fine son Ben, who recently sent a link to an interesting article and who tries to let me know when he goes hiking and when he returns.

And who brought joy to his mother’s heart with this properly-done series:

Yes, I did make it back safely. I did not in fact send that article while lying in a ravine with a broken ankle, severe internal bleeding, and a coyote gnawing on my leg.

See? You can be like Ben, bringing joy to your grammar-nerd family and friends.

Said Mother hopefully. 

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P.S.--A few corrections and clarifications from readers. I am always learning!
1. Mary Hake pointed out that properly-done [four paragraphs up] isn't properly done. "Adverbs (-ly) words cannot be hyphenated and form a compound adjective," she says.
2. Rebekah Nafziger says, ". . . it is called parallelism. You can't have two verbs in a series and then a noun or prepositional phrase. . . I was a copy editor and proofreader for Multnomah Publishers before they sold in 2007."
[I knew the concept but had forgotten the name.]
3. An anonymous commenter pointed out that this example: Ambrosia is a veteran, a nurse and is fairly new to IG but has hit the ground running with it violates the parallelism principle, even with my corrections. Noun, noun, adjective. Oops.

Ask Aunt Dorcas: The Teasing Boyfriend and the Mother's Fears

Both of today's questions touched a nerve and a bunch of memories in Aunt Dorcas, and you can see she went on at rather great length. Is there a relevant angle she missed? Feel free to add your respectful comments and perspectives.

Aunt Dorcas on Tire Mountain

Dear Aunt Dorcas,

My question is this: I really don’t like to be teased, but I don’t usually show it. I know most of it is my own insecurity about myself, but sometimes I also just want straightforwardness. This has caused some conflict with my boyfriend, who likes to tease me but doesn’t mean anything bad by it. I don’t want him to feel like he has to walk on eggshells because I’m insecure, but I also don’t want to feel like I have to just accept it if I feel annoyed at his teasing. We have talked about it a few times, but I’m not sure how we can find a good way to resolve it.

For example...I’m in grad school and if I get a test back and it’s a 97, he says “only?” My mom did the same thing when I was growing up and it always annoyed me, but when I talked to her about it, she stopped. I always have made good grades, but I just want to hear “nice job,” not “only?” Because my insecurity is “maybe I’m not actually that smart and everyone will find out eventually...” 

He says he’s not a “words” person (and I’m all about the words of affirmation), so I think it’s easier for him to tease than to say “good job” - although he does say that sometimes, too. 

All of this is much harder because we are long distance and this is on the phone. 

Maybe this is more information than you bargained for.  It just came up again today and I’m at a loss right now, so I thought I’d ask. 

--Hannah

Dear Hannah,

It so happens that Aunt Dorcas relates to this question deeply and personally, and so must take a deep breath before she speaks, and may not be entirely objective.

At first glance, this is a small thing. He teases—with one tiny word! You feel uncomfortable. No big deal. That’s life.

And yet, here you are, thinking about it, feeling persistent feelings, and writing to Aunt Dorcas.  You sit yourself down and pour a good dose of logic. “Listen, Self. He has a good heart. He doesn’t mean anything bad by it. Goodness, if you keep this up he’ll be too nervous to make any comments of any kind. You’re just overly sensitive because of your mom and because you always wonder if you have what it takes. So dumb, really. You just need to grow up and get over yourself.”

Do your thoughts and feelings meekly shut down and go away? No. They do not. They keep returning. So annoying.

Here’s the TL;DR: Your misgivings are telling you something. Listening to them doesn’t necessarily require something drastic like ending the relationship, but it will mean you understand yourself, your guy, and the relationship better.

Here’s one angle of your story: He’s a guy who is not a “word person.” You’re a woman who is. You’re in a long-distance relationship, talking on the phone. One of you is straightforward; the other is more jokey and subtle. This is a recipe for relational glitches.

Paul and I were in that exact situation, long ago. [Although in a different combination, as he was both straightforward and jokey.] It was hard, and, in looking back, not exactly healthy. Unless you already know each other really well before you spend time long-distance, you miss an enormous amount of context, nuance, and subtext when you communicate by phone and letter.

I recall one bump of many. I fancied myself a budding photographer. Living in Minnesota, I took pictures of snow. It was challenging to get those shots of snow to actually look white in the finished photos. I learned to fiddle with the camera to adjust f-stops and shutter speeds, but then my efforts would be derailed by the photo processor, who ran them through an automated process that adjusted everything to a middle gray.

I had talked to Paul about this, on the phone. He acted interested, bless his heart. Soon after, I got a set of pictures back in the mail, as we did back then, and they had actually turned out, I thought, at least kind of.

I mailed a few of my best shots to Paul.

The next time we talked, I asked if he’d received the photos. He laughed and said, “Oh, you mean those pictures of gray snow?”

I was so hurt and mad I wanted to break up right then or at least hang up on him. But that was before I had learned to be mad out loud, so I didn’t say anything and acted like things were ok. Then I cried and cogitated for three days, and then I finally wrote a letter explaining how hurtful that was and how could he be so insensitive and horrible?

What would have been a 15-minute conversation in person, between honest healthy adults, turned into a gnarled, agonized, weeks-long back and forth in letters and phone calls, since we could only afford one call a week, and letters took three or four days to get there.

I am getting hives, just thinking about it now.

Here’s the thing, though. Paul got it. He finally realized how important this was to me, and how it made me feel when he joked about it. He never did it again.

I learned that it was safe to be honest with him. Even though I was overly sensitive and a bit immature about my photography, he accepted that and was happy to work around it.

That is significant.

I hope it’s ok that our family had a dinner conversation about your situation one evening.

Paul, who related deeply to being a clueless boyfriend in a long-distance relationship, said, “If this is something the guy normally does, inadvertently, and he doesn’t get that it hurts her, then she needs to be clear about it. ‘If you do that, this is how I feel.’ Otherwise, how is he supposed to know?”

However, we all sensed that there’s a deeper and potentially more dangerous dynamic here. Teasing can be a precursor to abuse, a testing of the waters to see how far a person can go. If the teasee says, “I’d like you to stop saying that,” and the teaser says, “Hey, I was just joking. You take everything so personally,” warning signs ought to go off everywhere. Bullies by definition don’t stop when someone says Stop.

Jenny said, “She’s insecure about her grades, and that’s what he’s teasing her about. You can tease people about other things, but not their insecurities. The line is if you know it hurts them.”

Matt, who also has compassion for guys trying to figure out relationships, said, “Does he know this is about her insecurities and how it affects her? There’s a moment of ‘Getting It’ that he may not have had.”

Phoebe suggested saying, “I know you’re not a words person, but this is important to me.” She added, “I wonder if they’re a bit of an intellectual mismatch, and he’s insecure about her being in grad school, and her good grades.”

Ben said, “Framing it can be important. Maybe he assumes she knows he means, ‘Good job!’ Does she say he’s doing something wrong and frustrating, or does she give the context that it’s ok in some situations, but in this particular one, it hurts?”

Jenny added, “Like, ‘It’s not rational, but it makes me feel this way.’”

Paul said, “They need to figure this out before they talk about marriage.”

Amy said, “He can’t just say ‘Good job’? He can’t just learn that skill?”

Phoebe added, “If it bothers her this much, working it out doesn’t mean she just accepts it. This is significant to the relationship.”

Someone else said, “If he says, ‘I was only joking,’ and not, ‘I’m sorry,’ that’s a warning sign.”

We note that although the guys tended to have a bit more sympathy for the guy, and the girls for you, it’s not a contest. This is about the relationship. Can it work, or not?

So, Hannah, you’re not silly for being bothered by the teasing. Our emotions are activated for a reason. Your feelings about this situation are giving you important information. They might not be logical, but they’re picking up on things. So please don’t try to deny or minimize them.

My advice is to have a blunt and specific conversation. “When this happens, this is what you say. This is how it makes me feel.” [Please note that this is the time to state facts, not explain why or apologize for feeling this way.]

Offer a solution. “I would like you to root for me instead, and be happy for me, maybe by saying, ‘Wow, good job!’”

His responses will give you lots of insight into his character and your future together. Ideally, you can have this conversation, even over the phone!, and both of you will see it as bringing clarity and understanding rather than blame and shame.

Even if you are very different people, you can make it work with someone who listens, seeks to understand, and works at changing for the sake of you and the relationship. Engagement and marriage to someone who gets defensive and brushes off your feelings would not be a good idea.

Eventually, you’ll want to do some praying and searching about that sensitive area in your own heart, where you need reassurance that you have what it takes. This exploration is less likely to happen if you’re in a relationship where you don’t quite feel safe, or where this sensitivity is continually bumped and scraped.

In other words, if he can accept this part of you and treat it with care, it is more likely to heal.

You and he will both change as time passes, and his teasing about your grades may be as forgotten as our conversation about the photos, which I hadn't thought of in years. But the issues it raises will affect your future together in profound and significant ways.

I wish you much clarity, wisdom, and courage.

--Aunt Dorcas

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Dear Aunt Dorcas,

How is a young mom to face the fearful predictions of persecutions, one world government, end times, tribulation, conspiracies etc. When I hear these things and then look into the faces of my beautiful babies, I am crippled with fear. It’s not that I disbelieve the possibilities. 

Thanks,

Katie

Dear Katie,

Let me bless you, first of all, for your fierce protectiveness of your babies.

One of the things that surprised me about motherhood was the mama bear that was unleashed inside of me when my babies were born. Nothing was going to hurt them on my watch. I would give my safety for them, my limbs, my possessions, my life.

That impulse was so strong that I really thought that if someone physically threatened my babies, my instincts would take over and I would probably lose all mental faculties, nonresistant beliefs, and restraint, and I would murder the dangerous person. I casually mentioned this at a family dinner. Paul thought it was not exactly necessary that that be said, out loud, in front of his two alarmed elderly aunts. He was probably right.

So I planned that if any evil person invaded our home to hurt my children, I would dump the diaper pail on his head instead of murdering him. To discourage him from sinning, you know. As long as I could think this clearly in the moment.

Seriously, the protective instinct is like a force that takes over us. Its sheer power is scary.

I never came close to testing the hypothesis that shocked the aunts, but I did have an occasion when I almost gave my life to protect my children. We hit a moose on a lonely road in Canada on a bitterly cold night, and our vehicle caught on fire. I pulled the children out of that flaming van and got them to safety with not the slightest thought for myself. Thankfully, we were rescued before I froze to death in my sweater and skirt on that below-zero night.

I found out that it’s true: a mom will give her life. I never deliberated. I just did what I needed to do. It never crossed my mind to do otherwise.

All that to say: Good moms are deeply, fiercely, down to the bone protective.

It’s no wonder we look at the world and think My Stars. How can I bring a child into this?

We have a tiny sense of control over our everyday territory. We keep the marbles and cleaning supplies out of reach, cook the most nutritious food, buy the best carseats, and tie up the strings for the blinds. We keep the preschoolers away from the unsavory relative at family reunions, refuse to schedule play dates with the friend’s bullying boys, hold everyone’s hands when crossing the street, and send our teens out the door with a litany of cautions.

But oh, sweet Jesus have mercy, the things we cannot control. 

The sweeping trends, the growing hostility toward our beliefs, the rank evil in every level of society. The economic woes, the conspiracies, the plagues of mental and physical illness. Pestilence, hunger, injustice, and persecution around the world.

We are helpless to fix or prevent the looming terribleness. That wicked world is right there, waiting to swallow up our children.

And yet, here we are, you and I, discussing this. Other mothers in other times faced those same fears. When I was four months old, the Cuban Missile Crisis paralyzed the Free World with dread and terror.  My mom used to tell us how she went to town, and, everywhere she went, people’s faces were drawn and worried. A nuclear war seemed imminent.

Was it right to bring children up in such a world?

My oldest was born only a day or two before Chernobyl, another nuclear crisis. My youngest was two when 9-11 happened. The fear we all felt was similar, I’m sure, to what my mom’s generation felt back in 1962.

Katie, I’m guessing you were born in that time frame as well. You’ve not only survived but created another generation.

Let’s talk a bit about predictions, young moms today, fear, and what I see as the Biblical view of your question.

Not to logic you out of your feelings, but you should know that most of today’s predictions will never come true, and no one predicted the truly awful things happening today.

In the 70s, another Ice Age was imminent, they said, as was a nuclear war. The Russians were going to take over the United States, or at least Communism was going to come here, spreading from within, and we would all be persecuted for our faith. California was going to break off and fall into the ocean. The exploding world population would require us all to have only one child or we’d all starve.

Well. We can all see how those predictions turned out.

No one ever told us to watch out for radical Islamic terrorism, Covid-19, riots in Portland, political correctness, the opioid crisis, AIDS, or Lyme disease.

So, if it helps, remind yourself you’re probably dreading all the wrong things. Of course the Biblical predictions will come true, but we don't know when or exactly how.

There’s a paradox with young mothers that’s a bit baffling. If our great-grandmothers could have looked ahead and seen your life, they would have thought you lived in paradise. Clean running water! Central heating! Shopping at your fingertips, and the funds to buy things! Most of all, I think they would have envied the medical advancements. No one in your generation, in North America, fears diseases that will send multiple family members to an early grave in a week’s time.

At the cemetery half a mile up the road, I sometimes look at the little gravestones, many from a local diphtheria epidemic that took Paul’s 4-year-old great-aunt and many others, and I think about what those mothers endured.

And yet, with all these luxuries, young moms seem to be swimming in anxiety. They agonize over nutrition, parenting methods, and whether or not to vaccinate. Like you, they fear the future.

Imagine how that would look to a woman from 1875 or so.

I’m not mocking you. I think your fears come out of your protectiveness and also your knowledge of the world.

As you know, fear has torment. It paralyzes. The best antidote to fear is not ignorance, although that helps, but a combination of faith, love, anger, and action.

Faith in God’s sovereignty and purpose. Love for Jesus and your children. Anger at what sin has done to our world. Bold action in defiance of visible realities.

Bold action, in your case, would be having babies when the future looks dark and raising them to serve God no matter what.

In Biblical history and later on, women gave birth under the most horrible circumstances. They married, got pregnant, and welcomed babies when their families were enslaved, when they were poor, when injustice flamed all around.

Childbearing wasn’t as optional back before today’s contraception methods, and babies kind of showed up, ready or not. This means you face questions Great-grandma probably didn’t—is it right for me to decide to have a baby and bring a child into this world? Yet there was still a deliberate courage, back then, in getting married, knowing that babies would likely follow, and in choosing to welcome each child.

Those historic women didn’t wait for hope before they had babies. Instead, it seems they saw the babies themselves as hope.

Moses, Samuel, Samson, Jesus. All born in hard and hopeless times, and bringing change. Martin Luther, Harriet Tubman, Ben Carson.

Our children might suffer someday. That truth is excruciating. But out of our fierce protection must come a recognition that suffering is not the worst thing that can happen. In our work to protect our children from encroaching evils and from eating mothballs, we must also teach them to stand alone, to speak truth, and to right wrongs. To sacrifice, to love, to live out the Gospel before a confused and frightened world. Then they’ll be able to face a future that none of us can predict, no matter what it holds.

Of course, not every child will be a difference-making hero. Some will not live to adulthood; others will survive but disappoint us. Both prospects are terrifying enough to make us not ever want to have children at all.

And yet, we give birth, driven by faith and hope. 

You are not helpless. Powerful instincts give you strength. Your babies are defiant hope in the face of the world’s darkness and despair. You have what it takes.

Watch, pray, buckle the carseats, latch the safety gate, and keep the medications out of reach. You’ve got this, fierce mama. Faith, love, anger, action, and hope.

The Wedding--Post 3

Jenny welcomed everyone with her own composition: Love In the Time of Covid
"If the disease doesn't take you out, can I?
The cough takes your breath away, but you take mine.
The fever's got you hot, but to me you've always been.
This is love in the time of Covid-19."

The Smuckers
Amy, Ben, Jenny, Matt, Phoebe, Paul, Dorcas, Emily, Steven

The vows

Ben, Jenny, and Amy sang hymns

Bride and bridesmaids

Groom and groomsmen

Matt and Phoebe greeted guests while the parents gave everyone cookies
and the siblings handed out food.

 

After the wedding, a number of relatives came to our place.

We aren't sure what story Marcus was telling here.

Amanda was being emphatic. Laura looked to John for support.

Porch, cousins, kittens, blankets, and long discussions.

Jason

Rebecca and Anna

The final photo: Love you to Mars and back.

The Wedding—Post 2

More snapshots. I took all of these myself.

The cold, rainy weather ended our plans for a rehearsal dinner in our backyard.
We held it at the warehouse instead.

Photographers and dads.

Bros

Sisters

The cars started arriving. 
It's so exciting when people actually show up.

Mom wasn't the only one who was a bit giddy.

I kept track of my hundreds of pre-wedding
to-dos with colored post-it notes.

My brother added this task to my list.
It was the last one off the wall.

And...DONE!

 

The Wedding! Post 1

We had a wedding in the family.

The plan, of course, was to have a nice big wedding, then to recuperate from all the flurry and flutter, go through the pictures from the photographers, and then post a long description with lots of photos.

First, Covid upended all the plans.

When Paul was injured three weeks after the wedding, other priorities took precedence over sharing wedding pictures.

Ben was a helpful bro

Matt returns the favor.

 So here we are, five months later, having lots of fun clicking through the four CDs of picture that Phoebe left on the kitchen table, relishing the memories.

Because, oh my word, it was a fun day. Despite all the upended plans and dashed hopes, it was just a lovely, joy-filled day all around.

Matt and Phoebe both grew up in this area but met in Washington, DC. You can read that story here.

After their engagement, Covid hit, and the regulations changed almost weekly, whittling down the guest list and negating all their plans. The reserved venue closed down and canceled all events.

Despite their disappointment, Matt and Phoebe decided, for the sake of conscience and vulnerable family members, to follow all the regulations and recommendations regarding Covid. It meant the end of their plans for a wedding with lots of friends and relatives at a beautiful gardens venue in Eugene. But it also inspired ingenuity and creativity, not only in Matt and Phoebe, who possess both in abundance, but also in everyone around them.

They would keep the original date of June 14, they decided, but they'd have a drive-in wedding.

The parents of one of the bridesmaids offered a small, mowed field on their farm. The dad built a platform and ramp, and they offered the farm office as a preparation room for the bride and bridesmaids.

Emily the bridesmaid and friend prepares the path on
her family's farm.

Matt used his engineering skills to make a parking diagram. He and a bunch of others got together, mapped out the field, and pounded in numbered stakes.

I think Amy's taking the plastic bag off the cardboard number.
Because of course we had to work around the weather.

Each car received a number and parked in the designated spot, carefully lined up to not block the view of anyone around them.

Matt set up an FM radio station so everyone could hear the service from their cars.

They ordered hot food from a caterer, to be passed out after the ceremony. In lieu of a guest book, Amy took pictures of every carload when they arrived.

Rehearsal was cold and windy.

Despite nasty weather before and after, that day was just perfect.

Paul performed the ceremony. At that spot in the service, he said, "If anyone sees any reason why these two should not be wed, let them honk their horn three times."

No one honked.

They got married. 

When Paul presented them as husband and wife, then the horns honked in a joyful applause.

It was a very happy day.

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Most of these photos were taken by Paul Carter and Randi Bjornstad, both of whom had worked for the same newspaper that Phoebe's dad and I worked for. They take journalist style photos at weddings, documenting rather than staging.

Last minute decorating.

Little Phoebe and Matt in the gift canopy.

Amy welcomes Uncle Marcus and Aunt Anna . . .

. . .and Phoebe's relatives, with her 100-year-old grandpa in back

The kids were so tolerant of their giddy mom.

Out of compassion for anyone with a slow internet connection, I'll post more pictures later in separate posts.