After the publication of my article in Januarys Amish Voice (From the Peace Barn: Amish and Born Again), I received phone calls from readers in North Carolina, Indiana, Virginia and Wyoming. I enjoyed every conversation.
In 1880, George Washington Hazlett purchased 109 wooded acres near Smicksburg, Pennsylvania, which he began clearing with the hopes of one day operating a farm.
I used to be a very different person. Life did not make sense to me. It seemed purposeless… a mix of happiness and sorrow, with death waiting at the end at an undetermined point in time. Driving past graveyards always left me with an ominous feeling. What was the point of life? And what was waiting for me after death, if anything?, I often asked myself.