In July 2017, I knocked on the door of a home in the middle-of-nowhere Montana. Just off the freeway snaking through the green valleys and snow-peaked mountains, I stopped to see who lived in this small house along a nearby river. Who called this place home?
Turned out it was a family of Mennonites.
I returned two weeks later to have dinner with them and another family, watch them sing hymns, and then interview the two couples about their way of life and outlook on the world: