Called to be poets
Harvey Gillman reflects on religious language
I first came to Friends as a teenager after a period of intellectual seeking. I had read Towards a Quaker View of Sex and peace posters outside Mount Street Meeting house in Manchester. I was convinced (persuaded) by what I read there. But I left after a year, convinced (persuaded) by the logic of atheism.
A decade later, after a mystical, intuitive, holistic experience, I was convinced (convicted, turned upside down, shaken) by something more profound. This led me to want to ‘worship’ (the only word I could use), to say ‘yes’ to something which I would now describe as Presence, the beyond within, Spirit (with a capital S), the divine, even God.
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