One of the things that dawned on me when I was at the Amish church is something that I’m hesitant to write about here. However, it was very apparent while I was at the service and, being the person that I am, I tend to speak my mind…
What I have read…what I have been told…what I continue to read…is very different than what I witnessed. Having lived among the Amish, admittedly as an outsider, has afforded me a grand opportunity to see so many wonderful things that others have, apparently, not witnessed in the same way. And with eyes that are fresh and liberated from preconceived notions.
Today was one of them.
One of the things that I try to do with all of my books is to stay true to people (i.e. decisions, dialogue, and dilemmas) and to the culture. For over 30 years, I have been studying the Amish. I have befriended them, lived among them, become one of them (as an outsider, something that I have always respected )…I will continue to stay true to the faith, the people, and the culture for the readers.
I’m actually hesitant to write further about what I witnessed and felt today. For starters, I intend to incorporate the details into my Valley of Hope book and since I have never read the true details of a church service in any existing fiction book, I don’t want to ruin the “story” for anyone. I’ll try to give an abbreviated PART TWO tomorrow to describe the amazing ceremony that I was so honored to be involved in today!
But the other side of me wonders if that part of the Amish shouldn’t STAY protected and hidden. It was so magical…so surreal. Words simply cannot describe what I witnessed, what I felt, what I experienced. Indeed, I left the church service feeling so down on my own way of life. I wanted to feel more of what the Amish feel on a daily basis. Perhaps that I why I write about them, ja? But it was different today. Today was a turning point…
I have to digest this further, I think. It was really powerful…in a gut way, of course.