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Authors: Charlotte Hubbard

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Micah watched her reactions closely. “Hiram’s never been high on Dat’s list, but this
decree
today made him really itchy. He’s not wild about Mamm confessin’ on Sunday, either—confessin’ to
nothin’
, to keep the peace with the bishop, he says. I’m thinkin’ that’s why his pain’s so bad tonight.”
Rachel swiveled her head, forcing herself to breathe. She could
not
face one more life-changing decision today! Especially one that might put the brakes on her upcoming wedding. If she married a man who’d left the Old Order, even to follow a different branch of Anabaptist Christianity, she, too, would be cast out of the fold. Shunned and avoided by her own family—in public, anyway. So she thought of something else to talk about. “Kinda calls a halt to your apartment in the smithy, too, ain’t so?” she offered in a faltering voice.
“Not keen on buildin’ it all sleek and perty—and then havin’ the bishop forbid your
mamm
to live there.” Micah sighed and forced a smile. “But we’re puttin’ the cart before the horse, assumin’ the worst. That’s not usually my way. Sorry I’m so glum, honey-girl.”
As this situation sank in, Rachel’s hands went clammy. She shivered despite the July heat and the warmth of Micah’s sturdy body against hers. He was speaking more slowly than usual, which meant he was building up to a point that might upset her even more than his talk of leaving the church.
“Would ya come with me, Rache? Would ya still be my bride if I jumped the fence?”
There
was a question she’d never thought to face! From childhood they’d been taught that obedience to God and the church came before love of family ... yet the man she’d always loved was asking her to choose. “Not wild about leavin’
my
mamma here, either, ya know,” she whimpered.
What
would
she do? All her life she’d pictured herself living in Willow Ridge, and now she dreamed of raising Micah’s family and relying on Mamma for advice and support while she and Rhoda worked with their mother at the Sweet Seasons. Maybe they’d even see Mamma remarry someday. “I ... that’s not an easy question, Micah.”
“And not a fair one, expectin’ a decision point-blank like that.” He buried his face in his hands and sighed tiredly. “I’m sorry, Rache. Didn’t mean to upset ya.”
“Most of what we heard today wasn’t fair,” Rachel echoed. She rested her head on his shoulder, wondering bleakly how she’d decide whether to stay or to renounce her vows. If she left Willow Ridge with Micah, it meant being shut off from regular contact with her mother and Rhoda—unless they, too, did the inconceivable and decided to leave the Old Order.
“
Jah
, well, let’s handle one thing at a time, shall we?” He kissed her temple and sat absolutely still beside her as he inhaled the night air and released it. “I thought it was so
gut
when you girls invited Tiffany to your party,” Micah remarked quietly. “And I was proud to see ya treatin’ her like a sister, too, Rache. Hope today’s talk didn’t scare her away from gettin’ to know all of ya.”
“Can ya imagine havin’ birthday parties all your life ... and findin’ out they’ve been on the wrong day?” she mused in a faraway voice. Then she chuckled. “Hard to think of somebody who looks so steely and tough bein’ afraid of Plain folks like us, ain’t so?”
“Told ya she was hidin’ behind that getup,” Micah murmured. “She’s not half so strong as you, Rache.”
Pleased at his remark, Rachel recalled their morning conversation around the table at the café. What she wouldn’t do to turn back the day’s clock, to before their scene with the brethren. “Tiffany thinks the bishop’s gonna buy the buildin’. As a way to pull Mamma’s strings.”
For the first time all evening, Micah chuckled. “Somethin’ tells me your mamma’s gonna get around that, honey. She didn’t build up the bakin’ business she has by bein’ flaky.”
“Like her pie crust?” Rachel giggled and snuggled closer to him. “I’m thinkin’ Hiram doesn’t really wanna close down a
gut
place to eat his breakfast—and Mamma’s pies. I just don’t like all this nasty back-and-forth between them. Especially knowin’ he’ll always have the upper hand.”
“That’s the sum total of it, right there. For all of us.” Micah scooted lower in the buggy seat, resting his head against hers. “Your mamma’s got the right idea, though, gettin’ back to total trust in how God’s gonna handle all this. Did ya see how much calmer she looked when she went inside to eat?”
“
Jah
. She’s stronger than we know.”
Micah kissed her softly on the cheek. “She passed some of that on to you, too, honey-girl. I ... I feel a lot better about all this now, just talkin’ things out, nice and quiet-like.”
Closing her eyes, Rachel willed her whirling thoughts and earlier objections to settle with the peace of this summer evening. If this man loved her and believed in her, what else mattered, really? “So ... if the bishop calls for a ban after your confession on Sunday, what’ll ya do, Micah?” she asked quietly.
He exhaled and paused for a long moment. “We’ll know the answer to that when God reveals it, ain’t so?”
Chapter 20
 
Even though they scheduled the summer services in homes with basements to provide some relief from the heat, Rachel squirmed: the pews were tightly packed with the members of Willow Ridge’s twenty-six families. She had the feeling Preacher Glick felt inspired to talk longer than usual on this day when three confessions would be heard during the members’ meeting that followed the service.
“Let’s not forget the Bible’s warnin’ against keepin’ company with those who would stray from the path of the righteous,” he droned. “Even as God placed Adam and Eve, the first man and woman, in a garden paradise, the Devil slithered in to whisper temptation! Eve fell prey to that silvery tongue, and by her original sin we’re all condemned to repeat her mistake.”
From across the crowd, Rachel met Micah’s gaze: his green eyes lacked their usual shine. He always sat on the end of a pew, where he could maneuver his
dat’
s wheelchair—and Ezra Brenneman looked more peevish than usual as this service wore on. Micah’s lips tightened in a straight-line smile that told of his resignation to accept whatever punishment the bishop delivered. Most Sundays they played a silent game of peekaboo or sent discreet air-kisses from their opposite sides of the room, but not today.
“And in the same way, the people of Israel railed against God while Moses led them out of bondage in Egypt, toward the Promised Land!” Preacher Gabe continued in a higher pitch. “Manna from heaven He sent them, providing for their every need! Yet they disobeyed like naughty children, clamoring for their own way and making idols!”
Beside her, Rhoda shifted. They shared a silent glance:
How much longer?
Rachel shrugged wearily. If Preacher Gabe was only in Exodus now, it could take him another half hour to recount the Bible’s examples of God’s children falling short. Again she glanced at Mamma and Naomi, who sat among women older than she and her sister. From behind, their mother appeared as relaxed and still as she always did, while her best friend’s shoulders slumped forlornly.
How would this day turn out, after Mamma, Micah, and Naomi made their confessions? What if Bishop Knepp insisted on even harsher punishment than making Mamma sell the Sweet Seasons building? Would Micah bring more discipline on himself by sounding resentful and angry as he spoke before the People? Or would he declare he was jumping the fence and taking her with him? If he didn’t seem truly repentant, the members might vote that he deserved to be shunned.
But thinking such bothersome thoughts would only make her squirm more. Rachel studied the weave of her plum-colored dress fabric, telling herself not to close her eyes even for a moment, or the heat and Gabe’s tedious sermon would make her doze ...
When the sermon was over they fell to their knees for the final prayer. Then came the benediction and the final hymn chanted from the
Ausbund
. While the age-old order of their worship had taught Rachel a sense of patience, on this Sunday, when those she loved most would confess and then await the members’ verdict, her heart beat in double-time to the unaccompanied hymn. A short silence reverberated in the airless room.
“Members, please be seated. We will tend to the business of the People and hear confessions from three among us who have professed a need for repentance.” Bishop Knepp stood with his hands clasped while those who had not yet joined the church left the room with the small children in tow. Mamma and Naomi moved to sit on the pew at the front of the women’s side while Micah shifted forward, as well.
As silence fell, the bishop’s gaze swept the congregation. “Word has spread amongst us concerning the reappearance of Miriam Lantz’s daughter, who, as a toddler, was washed away in the flood of ’93. Three of our members wish to confess behavior contrary to the
Ordnung
and thus unpleasing in the sight of God,” he began in a solemn voice. “As this situation developed, I saw the flaw in my own earlier decision: by allowing Miriam to build her café and partner with Jesse’s Mennonite cousins, I enabled her to connect too closely to the outside world. Upon meeting her English-raised daughter, the other elders and I saw that immediate correction was necessary. I insisted that Miriam sell her building, and this provoked reactions from Micah and Naomi Brenneman, and Miriam herself, that we shall consider here today.”
Those in the room exchanged glances. How would they cast their votes, when it came time to agree upon punishment? The story of Tiffany’s outlandish behavior and looks had spread like wildfire in Willow Ridge, and while few had actually seen her sister that day, even fewer knew how difficult Rebecca’s emotional situation was. Rachel forced herself to inhale deeply. She felt Rhoda do the same.
“Naomi Brenneman,” Hiram went on in a stern voice, “when I spoke of selling Miriam’s building last week, you became distraught about how this would affect your family’s income. You then apologized for the tone you used with me, and I believe you are sincerely concerned for Miriam’s welfare, and for the future of your sons’ carpentry business, should the People bring the ban upon your Micah.”
The bishop paused. The room got very quiet, as it always did when the subject of a shunning came up. “A sitting confession will suffice. Have you anything to say, Naomi?”
Mamma’s closest friend covered her eyes with her hand. “I appreciate your understandin’, Bishop,” she said in a halting voice, “and I’m sorry I got so high-toned the other day. I—I confess that I have failed—should believe that God knows what’s best for me and that He’ll take care of my family. I want to make peace and continue in patience and faith with God and the church, so I can do better in the future.”
A sitting confession ... the most lenient type. As Rachel watched Naomi leave the basement, and then voted in turn with the others to accept her confession, she felt better. It was good to see Micah’s
mamm
smiling again when she was invited back inside for the verdict, knowing she was right with God and with the other members.
When the bishop called Micah’s name, however, Rachel slipped her hand into Rhoda’s. The man she loved approached the center of the room, between the men’s side and the women’s, to kneel on the floor before Hiram and the other elders. When he bowed his head, his blond hair covered his eyes like a curtain.
Please, dear Jesus, lend him Your strength and wisdom
, she prayed.
Help him keep his temper if the bishop says things that upset him.
“Micah, because I learned of your transgressions with Miriam’s English-raised daughter from someone other than yourself, you now kneel before us.” Hiram’s solemn voice carried to the corners of the basement. “You are confessing of your free will—the same free will God gives you, which can be as much a bane as a boon. Did you indeed ride in this Tiffany’s automobile, on a Sunday afternoon? Knowing this goes against the
Ordnung?”
“
Jah
, I did.”
“Would you explain what led you to seek out the company of this brazen-looking young woman? To the extent that you also entered a pool hall on the Lord’s day?”
When Rachel stiffened, Rhoda gripped her hand in warning. It wouldn’t do to blurt out that Tiffany didn’t
know
how Micah’s troubles would snowball if he responded to her invitations.
Micah cleared his throat. “She was born Rebecca Lantz,” he replied matter-of-factly. “While it’s true Rebecca’s looks startled us all durin’ that first visit—not to mention findin’ out that she was Miriam’s long-lost daughter—I felt I should know more about her, rather than sit in judgment.”
He took in a breath to settle himself, his contrition echoing in the stillness. “And I also told Rebecca that her
mamm
loved her no matter how she looked—and that she’d better not go breakin’ her mother’s heart. Rebecca wouldn’t talk to me in the pool hall, with the others lookin’ on, so when she drove up alongside me I figured it for the only chance I had to say my piece.”
“And you didn’t take Rachel or Rhoda with you? Or Miriam?” Hiram quizzed him. “At least some sense of propriety would’ve been preserved, had this young woman’s sisters or mother accompanied you.”
Micah’s head remained bowed. “No, sir, I didn’t. The girls had other plans, and—well, Rachel thought I was payin’ too much attention to this stranger, as it was. She was upset with both of us.” He glanced at Miriam then, but said nothing about her visit to Morning Star that same day.
“So you went to see this young woman on the sly, Micah? In secret, so your sins would go undetected?”
Rachel’s head began to swim. Confessions always made her feel like someone was offering up tattered, discolored underwear for all to see, and Micah might as well be waving some of
hers
.
“
Jah
, there was that. I knew I was breakin’ the rules and breakin’ Rachel’s heart, too,” Micah replied hoarsely. “And I confess to a curiosity about Rebecca that got the better of my good sense. Rachel’s already forgiven me for this, and I thank God for that. I also admit to seein’ Rebecca a second time, at the apartment where she was stayin’—”
The women looked up suddenly, while the men shifted on their benches. Rachel exhaled and held tightly to Rhoda’s hand as Micah continued. He was speaking the truth, after all. Not really pulling her into the mire with him.
“—and I’ve also confessed this to Rachel. And bless her, she believes—as I do—that this whole situation has been guided by God’s hand,” he said in a reverent tone. “With all humility, Bishop, the Lantzes and I see Rebecca’s survival in the flood all those years ago—and her reappearance now—as a miracle. I did wrong by breakin’ our rules,
jah.
But I’m not a bit sorry I took that risk.”
A few folks sucked in their breath. Rachel gazed carefully at Hiram Knepp’s face to gauge his reaction. The black-haired bishop stood poised to point up more of Micah’s sins, but Micah continued before their leader could lecture him further.
“I looked beyond the tattoos and the black, spiky hair to see one of our Lord’s children, needin’ compassion now that the woman who raised her has died,” he explained earnestly. “She needed to hear that her Lantz family loved her, while she sorted out the confusin’ parts of growin’ up, under a different name, with the couple who rescued her from the river but didn’t go lookin’ for her real family. Any one of us would have a hard time dealin’ with all that stuff.”
Hiram’s scowl had deepened. “You’re walking a very thin line, presuming to know the mind of God while taking matters into your own very human hands, Mr. Brenneman. Such pride is the ultimate sin, and when I hear—”
“I couldn’t sit by and watch a family be separated by religious differences! I saw the chance to reunite the Lantzes, and I took it!” Micah raised his head to look directly at Hiram, and then to entreat the People. “A lot of wounds are on the mend now, Bishop,” he rushed on in a voice choked with emotion, “and I’m grateful that God has allowed me to be a part of that process. All that aside, though, I stand in need of the People’s forgiveness for the way I started down this path.”
The room vibrated with Hiram’s power and presence as their bishop, and with Micah’s heartfelt entreaty as a younger man who knew he’d done wrong. Rachel sat on the edge of her pew, ramrod straight. Surely Hiram wouldn’t bring the ban down on Micah for doing what he felt was right ... and if the bishop recommended such a punishment, surely the friends and family in this room wouldn’t agree to it!
Would
they?
“I’m sorry I got irritated when we talked about this the other day, Bishop,” Micah added quietly. “I—I hope now to behave in a way that makes me worthy of the Lord’s love. I’m mighty grateful for the grace that gets me through each day.”
The room seemed to breathe in deeply and then let out a collective sigh. Rachel let a tear dribble unchecked down each cheek: Micah had risen above the bishop’s insinuations to walk the higher road. He had taken a potentially immoral situation and tossed it as a lifeline to Rebecca ... and Rebecca had grabbed it. She seemed eager to know them now, to learn of Plain ways even if she didn’t intend to join the Amish Church.
Rachel glanced around the crowded room as Micah rose from his knees. His shoulders looked straight and strong, his head high, as he started up the stairs toward the light of the open doorway.
“Is there further discussion?” Hiram asked tersely. “Preacher Gabe, has Micah rectified your earlier misgivings?”
The old fellow still appeared cranky and rumpled, as if he’d gotten up on the wrong side of his bed. “Young Micah has a ways to go to approach the
humility
we Amish aim for! Sayin’ he followed God’s lead, callin’ this situation a
miracle
. And then ridin’ on its coattails to claim he was takin’ a
wrong
and makin’ it right—”
“And I’m mighty proud of him for it, too,” Mamma spoke up boldly. “He talked to Rebecca about our faith—even when she and her friends made fun of him. He went lookin’ for answers instead of standin’ on his
presumptions
and takin’ her at face value. Because of Micah, my Rebecca came to visit us again last week—and she’ll be celebratin’ her birthday with her sisters for the first time in ... in eighteen years.”
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