A reporter asked Rachel Held Evans what she would say if she could say one thing to the women of the Church. She wrote a blog entry titled, Sisters, Speak.
Speak with valor.
Speak with love.
Speak with gentleness.
Speak with wisdom.
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. Continue reading
I found a lesson one Saturday last summer, but the learning didnt crystallize until two days ago. The Greek Orthodox Church in Beaverton held their annual festival on a day when I was in Portland helping Linda set up for dye workshop. Helping her leaves me free to roam in the city or its surroundings during the middle of the day.
I went to the Greek festival for the food and dancing, but there found the booth where the Orthodox clerics explained their faith. One of their deacons, named Innocent in the church, was open to drawing contrasts with my faith. We spoke for fifteen or twenty minutes. He mentioned that hed be giving a tour of their meeting room and a talk on their form of worship later. Continue reading
Is there a coherence to Western Independent Friends? Are we different from other Liberal Quakers?
I’m interested in views from those inside, as well as outside of the three Western Independent Yearly Meetings–Pacific, North Pacific and InterMountain. What have visitors and sojourners sensed among Beanites?
What’s the historical perspective? Do the five sentences of the first discipline of the College Park Association of Friends offer anything distinctive?
I was cycling my way to meeting on a recent Sunday and passing cars honked at me.
But its not that simple. You see, I was in Seattle, or rather its northern suburbs. Im not familiar with them. Im not a city boy, nor a suburbanite. For the past week or more, I had eagerly planned this bike ride of about two hours. It included three sections. First, some hilly residential way-finding along twisty roads. Then a middle section along several miles of the extensive Burke-Gilman lakefront trail, which Seattle has only recently converted from an old rail line. The journey would finish (I hoped.) through an urban residential and commercial area leading to the Central Area Senior Center where South Seattle Friends meet.
I had loaded my bike on the rack for a six hour car journey, unloaded it that morning at the hotel in Lynnwood, and fueled up on the hotels breakfast. I was set with a Google maps route especially plotted for a bicycle. Somehow the Seattle bike map hadnt been at the hotel waiting for me, although I had requested online that one be sent. Seemed like a small problem. Continue reading
This entry follows on after the 2/6/2011 blog entry about what I said in a spiritual autobiography for the meeting two weeks ago.
Short on time, I skipped:
My call to return to the Northwest
The years in one of the small meetings in College Park Quarterly Meeting
A year in therapy
I did speak about my journey to being a Christian and what God has opened to me.
Grandmas serene and helpful history in her Presbyterian church
Friends School classes in Human Studies
High school friends in the charismatic movement
Seeking to experience that of God within me and others
His reassurance: Ive been here all along.
YFs I met on the Quaker Youth Pilgrimage, Elfrida, the Wilsons, Lionel, the 1652 country
my brothers challenges to honestly engage with the issues of Christian myth and spirituality
reading the YFNA newsletter
Bens invitation to fellowship with WYF Christians
All your strength and cleverness is nothing next to my loving power; even so, my help is there for the everyday challenges you face. This is salvation. Continue reading
Two weeks ago I spoke to our meeting on my spiritual autobiography. The meeting does several of these a year, provided there are willing volunteers.
I began by explaining that Id grown up in a nearby unprogrammed Friends meeting which was rather similar to our meeting. That I had become a Christian by convincement and that I would be trying faithfully to make the session one of sharing history and insights with my Friends, not an evangelical project. I explained that my language would be Christian, as that matches best whats in my heart.
Then I opened up to questions, answers or topics people wanted to hear about. As I proceeded through my outline, I paid attention to those parts of it that might address those interests.
Here are the points I had written as an outline. I haven’t expanded these in writing, but might someday. If you’re interested in one or two, please ask for details, make suggestions or offer your related experiences in a comment.
- Childhood in an unprogrammed meeting. The influences of that community and some of those Friends. Continue reading
Yesterday, I finished the last of the cucumbers from our garden. Or most of it. The end bit was starting to soften. I like cucumbers. Especially the long, skinny kind that cost a dollar or so at the supermarket. Thats why we grow thembecause theyre good and because Im too cheap to buy them.
The cucumber was the last. We had saved it in the fridge for weeks. The last of the tomatoes was appreciated a few weeks ago.
Now we enter a new season. We start figuring out whether to spring for supermarket cukes, or rely on the less preferred celery sticks. Will our kale and broccoli yield anything to eat? How soon? How much of that box of Fuji apples we got from some friends with an orchard will last for fresh eating? How much should we sauce?
The autumn sports seasons have finished. Two local football teams just lost their last games yesterday. The scholastic soccer teams played out the season not so many days ago. The election is over, with mixed results around here. Students have settled into routines of behavior and misbehavior at school. They are learning. Last week I started to observe systematically to see how much. Rains have set in, most days. Nights can get cold. Weve even had our first snowfall on the valley floorearly this year. Outdoor exercise is harder to find in comfort.
So whats next? Is this all there is? All there will be? Where do we find glory, or even sufficiency? Will the days ever stop getting shorter? Continue reading
This blog represents just me. My reflections and insights are drawn from my experiences as a husband, Friend and teacher, but what I write doesnt attempt to reflect the views of my wife, my Friends meeting or the school where I teach.
This blog is hosted on my wife’s website. Linda Johansen is a fabric artist and teacher. Her spiritual insights are quite different, but complementary to my own.
I dont speak of my faith as I teach. I wish to assure my students, their parents, my colleagues and my supervisors that my teaching is a reflection of the curriculum and best practices within the discipline of Physical Education.