This question, posed to George Fox in 1648, received this response:
The pillar and ground of truth, made up of living stones, living members, a spiritual household, which Christ was the head of; but he was not the head of a mixed multitude, or an old house made up of lime, stones and wood.
This brings to mind Peter Crysdale's words to me this week, that Quakerism is a living experience, not a set of beliefs.
That's my goal, to try to get a handle on the Quaker living experience. What does it feel like to be a Quaker? I'm going to try to get inside the heads of as many of today's Quakers as possible, but I'll also mine the volumes of Quaker narratives, starting with the journal of George Fox, from which the above quote is taken.
I feel satisfyingly chummy with the who's who of Quaker history while staying at Granny's house: when I told her who wrote the introduction for the edition of Fox's Journal that I'm reading, (Henry J. Cadbury), she said "His son and I went together for a time. But I wasn't interested."
The pillar and ground of truth, made up of living stones, living members, a spiritual household, which Christ was the head of; but he was not the head of a mixed multitude, or an old house made up of lime, stones and wood.
This brings to mind Peter Crysdale's words to me this week, that Quakerism is a living experience, not a set of beliefs.
That's my goal, to try to get a handle on the Quaker living experience. What does it feel like to be a Quaker? I'm going to try to get inside the heads of as many of today's Quakers as possible, but I'll also mine the volumes of Quaker narratives, starting with the journal of George Fox, from which the above quote is taken.
I feel satisfyingly chummy with the who's who of Quaker history while staying at Granny's house: when I told her who wrote the introduction for the edition of Fox's Journal that I'm reading, (Henry J. Cadbury), she said "His son and I went together for a time. But I wasn't interested."
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