Josh Engbretson

Allegiant Flight 611 provides economical air transport between Bozeman and Nashville. Amy and I sat in economy, I at the window, she at the aisle. Our relationship came with this unanticipated bonus compatibility: I want the window to see, she needs the aisle where she can stand and move. We

My brother Dan and I pulled up to our next job, a chain-link fence repair in Weippe, Idaho. We found a doublewide, a carport, an old shed out back buried in firewood and lumber, and an ATV. It was raining. We squinted through the windshield at the house. I rummaged

We gather at many tables: for meals, for games, for song. School meetings, weddings, birthdays, Bible studies. In our Western cultures, the four legs and flat surface of a table carry the heart of our social interactions. As we cycle through our often chaotic days and lives we return to

Political disengagement has been an Anabaptist distinctive for hundreds of years now, rooted in Biblical theology speaking of two kingdoms, the surrender of power, and the rejection of civil progress as the primary solution to human need. We don’t vote. We don’t run for or hold office. But

We needed a dog, and the dog would need training. My children and I read books, watched people and their dogs, discussed training methods and trainers. Especially, we read and watched Cesar Millan, the dog whisperer. Born in poverty in Mexico and raised surrounded by dogs, he has risen to

I was good with children, I had heard say, and was led to believe I might be a good parent. But I did not know they would eat all my good food. I didn’t know when something of mine became loose or weakened they could not stay back and