Today I attended a Quaker worship service.
This group traced their roots to 1699.
The meeting house I sat in was built in 1823.
This service had no minister.
I sat in silence with at least 100 others.
We sat for one hour.
We sat in a simple room.
It had only benches, windows and wooden floors.
At three different occasions, three individuals shared a thought.
Then back to silence.
I could hear the rain gently hitting the windows.
I could hear others breathing.
I could hear others coughing and sniffing.
I could hear the wind blowing.
I could hear the wooden floors creaking.
I could hear my thoughts.
Sometimes I had no thoughts.
Just the spaces between thoughts.
I could feel peace.
I could feel love.
I could feel community.
I could feel the love and peace of God.
Of course God is in noise too.
It is just sometimes nice to be silent.
When we are silent we stand naked before God.
We empty our mind of its thoughts and emotions.
We let God’s gaze shine directly on us.
I have done this in solitude but never with a group this large.
At the end, we prayed for each other.
We each said our name.
We greeted each other and passed the peace.
We are meant to have silence.
Silence with our God.
We are meant to live in community.
God is in each of us.
When we have community, we share God.
I enjoyed my Quaker experience.