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Are You a Friend?

Religious Identity in an Age of Uncertainty

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It was last year, during a summer which lingered long into a mild winter, when I came to my first Friends meeting in the hills of southern Vermont. It had been several months, and I was still the newcomer, when I was asked a curious question. It came from a great, big Quaker man of 70-something years who had just recovered from a stroke and was learning to live with some debilitating aftereffects. I had most likely met him at a meeting prior, but his memory was so spare that he addressed me as a stranger. “Are you a Friend?” His inquiry couldn’t have been more simple nor well-meaning if he had tried to make it so, but it caught me off-guard nonetheless. I knew that he meant, “Are you a Quaker?” and so I responded sheepishly, “Well, no.” But over the months since, the question has followed me. Am I a Friend? And what does that really mean?

As a 25-year-old “almost Quaker,” I am standing at the edges of the faith and in the dead center of a sort of predictable uncertainty. Questions of how to honestly present my whole self to the world occupy my mind daily. A good part of this uncertainty, for me and perhaps for many others, is the conundrum of identity and the intersection of its social aspect with the personal. Somewhere in that intersection falls my religious identity. But where? For example, can I be a Buddhist if I don’t go to a temple and engage in its life? Can I be a Quaker if I don’t attend a meeting and participate in its ritual coming-together? We’ve begun to think about religion and identity in new ways in the twenty-first century, and often it can be very hard to know where we stand. But one thing is sure: that our social religious identities can often look very different from our personal religious identities. Perhaps one of the challenges of the spiritual life consists of finding sure footing and safe passage on a bridge between the two. Either way, my own life has brought me to the doorstep of the proverbial meetinghouse, and I have been asked, are you a Friend?

Having been baptized into the Episcopal Church by my priest uncle, and raised accordingly by my church-going family, I am, by some standards of religious identity, an Episcopalian. I was born and grew up into a distinctly Episcopalian social environment. And yet somehow, as I’ve matured, that doesn’t quite do it for me anymore. I no longer attend church with my family apart from holidays, and when I do, I find myself scratching my head so often that I figure maybe this isn’t for me. I can confidently say, then, that I am no longer an Episcopalian.

What then? By another set of social standards, I suppose I am nothing but a nominal “Christian.” I show up to a small Quaker meeting when I can, attend the Episcopal holiday services with my family, read scriptures with no scheduled regularity, and that’s all. I have no clear social commitment, and it seems that, more and more among people of my generation, this is the norm. Some of us lead social lives dominated by engagement with a certain religious community, but perhaps feel that our hearts aren’t in it, that our souls thirst for something more than the weekly potluck and small talk. Others of us may lead rather unsocial lives dominated by a longing for involvement with a community centered in truly spiritual things. Indeed, we are more than our social engagements, for while we stutter before the other actors on the stage, we study our own lines obsessively, hoping to find a stronger voice.

If our own religious identities are more than social, more than relational, how do our personal lives influence them? Well, it could be said (and has been) that the whole of the spiritual life really begins within the individual, with the motions of the Spirit in the heart toward the Source of all things. If this is true, it spells good news for the armies of the uncommitted, the fringe seekers who don’t quite fit in any boxes. There must first be a pull in the heart toward something more, and the decision to show up to the temple, to the church, or to the meetinghouse must be the direct reflection of that pulling in the world. In the sense that the truly religious life begins with the life of the individual, the Psalmist was right in singing that “the sacrifices of God are a broken spirit” (Ps. 51:17). We cannot come before a meeting for worship with any honesty until our spirits are broken, until we are so beset by questions of paralyzing importance that sitting together in silence for an hour seems like the only answer.

Admittedly, these sentiments might only reflect the limited perspective of the “almost Quaker.” For many, like myself, on the fringes of the faith, there is that pulling toward it in the heart, or even no more than a vague and distant interest, which is keeping it in its orbit. There is a host of varying reasons why we may not show up to a meeting, but simply showing up might not be the most important part of the equation just yet. Of course, our lives are processes, and what is good for us at one stage would hurt us at the next. We learn, we grow, and our needs constantly evolve. In this sense, a generation of uncommitted seekers who still have in them a relation or interest in the Quaker faith could indeed be what lays the groundwork for a future generation of Friends that are not Friends in form alone, but first in truth.

This can apply to both those coming to the Quaker faith later in life and those raised in Quaker social environments. Many graduates of Friends schools, for example, while they may no longer be institutionally aligned with the Quakers, still seem to carry with them in some way the ingrained testimonies of community, simplicity, integrity, equality, and peace. By the same token, the unaffiliated seekers who feel beckoned to ask themselves, “Am I a Friend?” will consider these testimonies, see what silence might teach them, and only then make an effort to familiarize themselves with a local meeting. And here, it is vital that we ask ourselves, is it more important that we “almost Quakers” come to a meeting and engage in its modest forms of faith and practice, or perhaps that we first begin to understand what Isaac Penington meant when he said:

We come not to [the true way] by hearing or receiving new notions or apprehensions of things, but by experiencing that which puts an end to all creaturely notions and apprehensions; and we grow in it by the increase of that thing in us.

Perhaps to be a Friend, regular attendance at a meeting is not the greatest prerequisite, but an outgrowth of the life which sprouts humbly from a seed in each of our hearts, and which must first germinate in darkness.

It is in the spirit of these reflections that my mind often returns to that day, just after meeting, when I was asked, are you a Friend? I answered no, simply because I allowed myself to think, in that moment, in very narrow terms of what it might mean to be a Friend. In the social sense, I am an outsider. And yet I am drawn to the faith in ways I am still discovering. In silence, I am in awe. Of institutions, I am skeptical. I have been this way for as long as I can remember. So maybe I can say, in personal terms, I am a Friend, or at least that I have always held the values of a Friend. But then again, maybe not. Somehow in all of this, I am left expecting more from the word “Friend.” What was it that George Fox, Margaret Fell, James Nayler, and others meant by that appellation? Surely to them it meant more than just a signified affiliation with a group or a system of belief. To the first Friends, who interpreted every facet of life through the radical faith and practice of the gospel, the good news that Christ has come to teach people himself, being a Friend must have meant at all times to be a friend to the friendless, a friend of the truth in the face of mockery and shame. It meant standing in the world as an unyielding witness to the power of the Word, the Logos, written on every heart, “sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing even to the dividing of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and quick to discern the thoughts and intents of the heart” (Heb. 4:12).

To be a witness to this reality, this power which puts an end to all notions and apprehensions—in other words, to be a “Friend of the Truth,” what must we do first? Should we window-shop for a community that reflects our values? Should we try on, like garments, all the rituals of social institutions which fit our tastes? Or should we first strive to stand naked in the same Spirit that shed such a convicting light on the institutions and inclinations of George Fox’s day, and see where, in and around us, its light shines now? It is becoming clearer to me that, today, there is a generation of Friends of this sort, hesitant for now perhaps to dedicate themselves to an established religious community, wary of what it might mean. It is a hesitance that reflects not a disinterest in things spiritual, but rather an uncertainty as to how the Spirit actually moves and lives in community. In another sense, it is also the understanding that that part of us which combs desperately through groups and systems for a sense of belonging, whether fulfilled or not, is at last just that—a desperate, searching part, hungry for identity in the world, a mirage of meaning. The need to belong, to be recognized, and to feel the faint praise of our peers cannot, in the end, be what pulls us to involve ourselves in spiritual community. It must be something much more.

To stand still in the glare of the Light that illuminates every hidden part of us, still and not wavering until we are moved to act not of ourselves but of that which holds us, from beginning to end—this must be our rule, irrespective of title and tradition. If a generation of seekers and outsiders does not appear to the eye as traditional Friends, or as traditional Christians for that matter, it may be that they are called to serve as searchlights for our ideas of what tradition does for us. On this point, Margaret Fell quite aptly warned:

It’s a dangerous thing to lead young Friends much into the observation of outward things which may be easily done. For they can soon get into an outward garb, to be all alike outwardly, but this will not make them into true Christians: it’s the spirit that gives life.

The hesitance of some to invest fully in Quaker social life must awaken us to this fact: our communities are not beacons of the Spirit simply on the basis of being called “Quaker” and holding to certain values. Rather, we are meant to look much deeper, into both ourselves and our relations to others, so as to learn how to let the Spirit change us entirely and to dissolve all the habits of the old life in us, until what is left is the ever-new and pulsing Life common to us all. I think we become Friends when we allow this to take place. So, are you a Friend? If I could answer again, I might say that I ask myself that question every day.

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A native of the Philadelphia suburbs, Peter Moretzsohn is a graduate of Green Mountain College in Poultney, Vt. He recently moved to Lambertville, N.J., where he works for a nonprofit farm/preserve. A lifelong lover of songwriting and playing the guitar, he is an attendee of Solebury Meeting in New Hope, Pa.


Posted in: Features, June/July 2016: Almost Quaker

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5 Responses to Are You a Friend?

  1. Shea Brown June 3, 2016 at 7:40 pm #

    City & State
    Myrtle Beach ‚S.C.
    What an incredible essay„ really enjoyed reading it„ some parts reminded me of Emmett Fox„ enjoyed the seeking the truth part„. Meetings, like jobs, other associations all give us human contact, but if always in a group that shares common views one can get awfully bored . Most Quaker meetings I have attended have few young people. I am almost 65, and when my war protesting generation has passed who will be left to protest wars ? Quakers are no nearer discovering “truth” from a Bible than any other Christian group. Take what one respects, and then seek the truth in many spots and books. That is the seeker of truth„ one who moves on . Truth is personal„ truth is the adventure, and the more multicultural and international that adventure is the better. You seem to be well on your way to learning and you are one heck of a fine writer. Peace. And good luck„ and have a happy life when you can !!! I wish you many struggles and challenges along your way„ many difficulties offering clever determined solutions. What a wonderful mystery these lives we have are.

  2. Glenna Geiger June 5, 2016 at 5:19 pm #

    City & State
    Paoli, PA
    Peter, your article is wonderfully insightful. I’d treasure the opportunity to talk with you about it, to hear more about your journey. You make my heart smile.

  3. Carol Kuniholm June 7, 2016 at 7:52 am #

    City & State
    Lionville, Pennsylvania
    What a good question. I wonder: are we the ones who decide if we’re friends, or is it the one who first invited us to be friends, in John 15: 14: You are my friends, if you do what I command.
    That’s not something we accomplish ourselves but grow into, as branches holding tight to the vine, or as you said, “an outgrowth of the life which sprouts humbly from a seed in each of our hearts, and which must first germinate in darkness.”
    I wonder too: have we done ourselves a disservice by assuming it’s all up to us to decide what we believe, who we will be, where we will belong.
    Maybe our task instead is to be receptive soil, attentive to grace, open to the moving of the Spirit: “experiencing that which puts an end to all creaturely notions and apprehensions.”
    Thank you, Peter, for continuing to wrestle with this. May grace continue to grow as you abide in the vine.

  4. Chester Kirchman DMin July 18, 2016 at 4:11 pm #

    City & State
    Fredericksburg, PA
    Thank you, Peter, for presenting a personal view of questioning whether you consider yourself a Friend. With experience in participating in several Christian sects, questioning the Biblical truth in each came forth in my body, mind, and spirit. Even earning a doctorate through an Evangelical School of Biblical Studies, provided a broader base in truth.

    Reading Friend Shea Brown’s comment also felt good, at 60. Her sentence, ‘Quakers are no nearer discovering “truth” from a Bible than any other Christian group.’ Is true to me, a member of Quaker Universalist Fellowship. She also mentions a good point in multicultural and international adventure in finding truth in life for yourself. It provides a personal comprehension even broader than differing Christian groups (Catholic church, Church of England, etc) have in their Bibles.

    An essential idea of the Religious Society of Friends, the inner or inward light, will let you know whether to say yes or no to being a Friend. Although I do not go to meetings on Sunday, it feels very good to say “I am a Quaker.”

  5. Free Polazzo July 18, 2016 at 4:28 pm #

    City & State
    Douglasville, Ga
    Peter,
    Thanks for sharing your journey. Your question has an answer, I believe. If one has not been cleared for membership in a Quaker Meeting, then they are not a Member if the Religious Society of Friends.

    I have come to appreciate that we need to allow people to NOT be Quakers, even if they come to Meeting regularly. Way will open for those led to apply for membership. We need to trust our process which places the responsibility for one’s spiritual journey primarily on each individual who finds Friends.

    If we worry about the absence of youthful members, that is a topic for a different article.

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