Here’s a note I sent to my favorite
sociologist of religion religious sociologist:
So, if all those people take the Belief-O-matic quiz and find out they’re Quaker, where do they end up?
I found one spot at this past weekend’s Wild Goose Festival. Attended by 800 in its first gathering west of the Appalachians, the festival brought together people at the intersection of spirituality, justice, music and art. Many attenders are in their twenties and thirties. That seems to be the festival’s target, as it was easier to find it on Facebook than in the local paper. As the festival was setting up, the Gazette-Times did show up and run a good story on page five the next morning.
We listened to a selection of these speakers, and some of these sound artists. The personal conversations I found my self in were brilliant and vulnerable. Some are reflected at the festival’s Twitter feed.
Check out the Beer n’ Hymn Sing. You don’t need to watch all five minutes of it to get the flavor of how ribald, rowdy AND reverent the Wild Goose is.
But is it Quaker? (Does that matter?) It’s as Quaker as it is anything. George Fox Seminary and the Center for Peace and Justice were both sponsors. Those are two of the most inclusive parts of GFU. I attended daily offices two or three times each day. They were Quakerly inspired liturgy. Or liturgically influenced meetings for worship. Or something.
I loved it. You come, too?