Plain in the city

A plain Quaker folk singer with a Juris Doctorate in his back pocket, salt in his blood, and a set of currach oars in the closet, Ulleann Pipes under his arm, guitar on his back, Anglo Irish baggage, wandering through New York City ... in constant amaze. Statement of Faithfulness. As a member of the Quaker Bloggers Ad Hoc Committee I affirm that I will be faithful to the Book of Discipline of my Meeting 15th Street Monthly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Cowboys vs. Indians

I spent a lot of time among various original nations in North America. Get remote enough and you find nations that never had the "me" generation. Big difference. In those communities one gets centered personally and individually with creation in order to be part of a community which is centered. The faiths of the "me" generation get centered for their own soul's sake and to hell with the rest of the world around them - going through life leaving a path of ruin and destruction, but confident that the warm feeling of being right with God remains intact... No wonder the world is falling apart. So, the final question is, what is love without truth, and what is truth without honesty?


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