Bob Johnson writes about faith, a great composer, and ‘meristem’
Quakerism grows on me. As I fast approach my eightieth year, and am continually intrigued and puzzled by life’s changing and challenging experiences, I relish its solidity all the more. Well, ‘solidity’ isn’t quite the right word – it’s a type of fluid, elastic solidity, a flexible dogma or doctrine – neither easy to define, nor to keep pristine, nor reliably to deliver. But, contrary to expectation, it works. Last Saturday I had a most curious experience, which I couldn’t understand. So, naturally, I turned to Quakerism to account for it. And I did.
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