Lancaster, Here I Come!

I’m about to leave the hustle and bustle of my hectic life and go on another journey into the Amish heartland.

OK, I’m actually not that lucky. Not yet, anyway.

But, I will be immersing myself into another Beverly Lewis book — The Telling.

Even though it hit the stores on Saturday, I didn’t allow myself to open it all weekend. I knew I wouldn’t be able to put it down and nothing else would get done. I know myself too well. I even took a personal day once to finish reading one of these adventures.

What is it about Lewis’ characters and settings that appeal to me so much?

Is it just a case of feeling the grass is greener on the Amish side?

I don’t think so. I envy the simplicity of their daily lives, sense of community, understanding of responsibilities and roles, firm belief in God, appreciation for handmade crafts and homemade cooking, lack of dependence on modern technology, and carefree attitudes.

I often romanticize thoughts of living near, or even in, an Amish or Mennonite community. I see myself cooking, baking, canning, quilting, making all sorts of crafts, gardening, painting, writing, enjoying the outdoors, and spending time with my neighbors.

Naturally, in my dreams, they like having a Jewish neighbor, who can speak and teach Hebrew, and tell stories about Israel.

I’d have a car, electricity, and full indoor plumbing, of course. I’d also have a landline, mobile phone, Internet, and satellite TV or a local cable provider (to make sure I can watch at least 162 New York Yankees games each year). All of these luxuries would be available, but not taken for granted.

I can’t imagine raising any animals for consumption. I could see myself having a small barn or stable, so I could care for aging animals, giving them the opportunity to peacefully enjoy the rest of their lives.

There would definitely be at least two dogs in my home. I’d get them as pups at the same time, so they could grow into their new space together.

Ahhh . . . I could dream for hours about my life in Amish country. Maybe one day, I’ll take that step.

How would it really play out?

For now, I guess it doesn’t really matter. I’m joining Grace Byler on her quest. She’ll make sure my Amish experience is everything I want it to be and then some.

Anyone ready to join me?