They all dated to the same effort. Yonnie’s father, uncle, and grandfathers all were among the men who built four meetinghouses clustered around the border that the two groups of Amish would share. As long as they used them on alternate Sundays, no conflict rose between the two groups, despite their differences over the Protestant notion of Sunday school. Another decade passed before ministers began clearing their throats, saying what they thought, and moving to serve on the side of the border where they would be among kindred hearts. Though unchanged in outward form, the meetinghouses became symbols of opinions and convictions.Each time Yonnie drove the milk wagon past the Maple Glen Meetinghouse—nearly every day—he felts its sting. The people who worshipped there dallied among the world. Some of the canisters of milk in his wagon came from the cows of families who thought Yonnie’s family did not understand the will of God.Yonnie emptied his lungs and pushed the dilemma out of his mind.
