If you are searching for life’s meaning or floundering in a spiritual abyss, then you may find the answers you seek in Shipshewana. If ever a people demonstrated a great relationship with the Almighty, the Amish bike riders and carriage drivers here do just that. That any one of them lives to maturity seems a miracle.
Forest laden log trucks, frustrated RV drivers (because the road that their GPS wants to take is closed) and tourists sugar high on Amish confections barrel along the two lane highways here seemingly oblivious to the human and horse powered vehicles sharing the shoulder with them. In what seems a remarkable display of faith, the Amish here serenely navigate the roadsides around Shipshewana confident that they are protected. From the carriage windows, radiant children’s faces beam out at passing drivers oblivious to any danger. They obviously possess a level of belief that even a bible belt raised person like myself has rarely witnessed.
If you decide to become Amish based on my recommendation, please, please be sure and learn how they cook. Then if you don’t mind, I would love an invite for dinner. I will even bring some fresh hay for your horses!