I have been thinking a lot lately about how power asserts and re-asserts itself, in politics, alumni groups, religion, fraternalism, families, etc.
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A Quaker Welcome
Quakers (or Friends) are members of a historically Christian group of religious movements formally known as the Religious Society of Friends… Members of the various Quaker movements are all generally united in a belief in the ability of each human being to experientially access “the light within”, or “that of God in every one”.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quakers
For about a decade, I have identified as a Quaker. Somehow, I fell down a Google rabbit hole, found Quaker websites, and said “Yep, that’s who I am.” Then I read the books. Then I subscribed to the magazine. Then I started attending meetings. In late 2017, I joined Friends Meeting of Washington and I’ve been a member ever since.
Today, it became official official. They had a welcome activity for the nine of us who joined in the past few years. To be honest, I wasn’t really into the idea of celebrating what, to me, was a personal and spiritual decision to join this religious path. I’m already active on a committee (Peace and Social Concerns) and I’m slowly, but surely making friends.
Even though I’ve been part of the meeting for over a year, as a member, and a year or so before that as an attender, it was still important for me to step back and be acknowledged. What’s so wrong with making a concrete decision about your soul and then celebrating it with others in the community?
Nothing at all.
So I surrendered. I handed over my desire to be modest. I stopped being shy about good things that happen to me and I let my faith community to take time to welcome me and the others. Even if it was delayed–it was the thought that counted.
We had cake. We got roses. We got our “official” name tags and we even got our photos taken for the board in the hallway. And most importantly, we got introduced by members of the membership committee, who had recommended each of us.
I joked with other new member that we were part of the same pledge class now.
I talk about being a Quaker openly, but in many ways, I am starting out from scratch in my faith walk. I was raised Baptist, almost became Muslim, and then found my way to the Quakers. It’s a totally different, largely unstructured faith that still has lots of traditions that I am learning.
Perhaps most importantly is that, after years of distance from more formal religion, I am learning that community is always the most important part of the journey.
So thank you, Friends Meeting of Washington, for being the dope ass “church” that I always needed.
Note: The photo is of Paul Cuffe, a famous black Quaker that I just learned about five minutes ago.
He decided to die.
I was raised in the Baptist church. After flirting with Islam while enrolled in (my very Jesuit) college I settled on being a Quaker philosophically. I suppose I have identified with the Religious Society of Friends since 2007, but I am one of those lames who just subscribes to the magazines without attending the meetings. Shout out to the Friends Journal, though.
Even as I drifted away from from organized religion, I remained a fan of gospel music, particularly anything produced before 1985 or so. Always been an old soul, so I like my gospel as old and as soulful as it possible without actually being a slave holler.
“He Decided to Die” has been one of my favorites for a while now. This morning, knowing it was Good Friday, I listened to this hymn and was able to internalize it in a different way for the first time.
He decided to die.
He could have saved himself, but he decided to die, believing this was the way to save everybody. He was a sacrifice for the saving of others, for you, for me, etc.
I am not a traditional Christian. I do not understand why this works theologically. But millions believed it before I did, so okay, whatever. My point here is not the mystical aspects of the death of Jesus, but to be able to say “Wow, this dude was so convinced of this that he made a decision to die.”
Imagine a parent who gives their child the last parachute in a plane which is about to crash.
A brother who gives his sister the last life preserver on a sinking ship.
A cop who jumps in the line of fire to save his partner.
People, just like you and me, who make a decision that they must die so another may live.
These themes tie into a work of fiction that I have had in my head for literally a dozen years. Can’t divulge details now… but I can literally say “Thank you, Jesus” for helping me bring it all together.
And I must say, whether you are the staunchest Christian or an atheist, I don’t think the most important message to be drawn here is necessarily one of salvation. (And truly, if you’re not Christian, you’d be off-put by that.) I think the message here is that someone believed he had to die and was willing to do so for the sake of others. So whether you believe or not or you’re just not sure, maybe you can relate to just that one piece.
Happy Easter to some, happy weekend to all.