Intersection of Mysticism and Activism
This is a link to an animated presentation about the intersection of mysticism and activism, created with (free) Microsoft SWAY. I plan to use this to help lead the discussion on this topic after the Whitewater Quarterly Meeting tomorrow at North Meadow Circles of Friends, where I attend, in downtown Indianapolis. https://sway.com/t2XhyyTi0ATgYqqm
Centering Down at Bear Creek
by Alberta Kisling Catch the mind Don’t let it wander – Center The facing bench is empty Where are they? Oh, there they are Sitting so tall So stern Faces lined, eyed downcast Always there. There – out the window The old school house Where are your children school house? Do they remember you?…
Judy Plank’s Testimony
by Judy Plank I have been touched by God’s grace. An incident many years ago healed my depression. I was in a rough patch in my life. I was depressed and despondent to the point of thinking of ending it all. This went on for a long time as I sank deeper into a hopeless…
Coming to Friends
by Deborah Fink A.M. Fink and I wandered into Friends in early 1974. We were ready for a change, but I was the one who was the refugee. My spiritual path has been long, bumpy, and at times traumatic. I was born in October 1944, shortly after the world entered the atomic era. Early memories…
Easter and miracles
by Jeff Kisling Easter morning, 2016 It used to make me uncomfortable to think about the miracles of Jesus’ birth and rising from the dead. One of the reasons I have remained a Quaker is that most of it “makes sense” to me. Most of the rituals and the structures of many modern Christian practices…
Bonfires
by Birdie Kisling Often as we walk along in the fall we see a whiff of smoke and soon the nostalgic odor of burning leaves overwhelms our senses. What wonderful memories!! We remember coming home on the school bus and entering the kitchen to the sight of our mother canning tomatoes. After a warm cup…
Celia Ann Smith on dying
by Alberta (Birdie) Kisling We are in an age group where many friends and relatives are sick or have died. When Celia Ann Smith found she was dying she wrote: Have you come to the Red Sea place in your lifeWhere in spite of all you can doThere is no way out, no way backThere…
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