Growing up in a Mennonite conference in Pennsylvania that didn’t ordain women, I met plenty of folks like my mother: women and men who resisted the patriarchy of their church but who couldn’t bring themselves to leave. They were an impassioned and sundry crew that included fiery women unafraid of any powers that be, soft-spoken grandmothers with head coverings, and men whose daughters came home from college and convinced them to join the cause. Together they were forever organizing task forces on gender in the church, drafting letters to the bishop board, and creating seminary scholarships for women. Finally, in 2007, they saw some fruits of their labor when a bishop in the conference ordained two women. He held the women’s credentials in his district office until last year, when the conference finally agreed to hold them. Gingerly.