31st March 2017

Swarthmoor

by Judith Line
31st March 2017

From the archive: Change!

by Janet Scott

In early 1917 there was change all around the world. It was sometimes hopeful, often painful, and was to have a huge impact on the lives of millions. The United States entered the…

24th March 2017

Voices and choices

by Caroline Westgate
24th March 2017

Thought for the Week: The cat came back

by Richard Thompson

It’s 7:30am. I begin my morning sitting, looking out onto our back garden, with a clear blue sky and everything still. Ah, no! A neighbour’s black cat jumps down from the hedge…

24th March 2017

Fracking

by Fee Berry

Fracking is a subject that, for many members of the public and even some Friends, is complex and confusing. There is much misunderstanding about the practice. It involves pumping…

24th March 2017

Religion, evil and children

by Bob Rogers

Religious beliefs are very varied and interfaith work is vital. But is the topic of conservative belief in evil, based on the literal reading of historical writings, the one topic…

24th March 2017

We are all Quakers

by Michael Wright

Gerald Drewett, writing in the Friend in the January 27 edition, is ‘puzzled as to what nontheism is supposed to stand for’. Noël Staples, in the edition of 10 February,…

24th March 2017

Images of Christ: The Ruthwell Cross

by Rowena Loverence
24th March 2017

The Peacock

by Phil Pinder
17th March 2017

Thought for the Week: Sharing love

by Ken Veitch

Seventy years on, I am back at school. Under the keen eye of my teacher, my four-year-old granddaughter Emily, alias ‘Miss Rainbow’, I am learning my numbers one to ten. This…

17th March 2017

No room?

by John Lampen

Ioften feel proud to be British – and occasionally very ashamed. One such occasion was when our government said they would only admit 350 unaccompanied refugee children into…

17th March 2017

Observing Quaker bureaucracy

by Peter Bevan

I attended Meeting for Sufferings in early February as a substitute alternate for our Area Meeting and found myself slipping into the role of observer rather than participant – a…