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.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Well, Ryan.... thinking about it as I drive...

Ryan asked me today if the Quaker process could work between nations, both of us seem to be in some doubt on this, right now, as yet, and Ryan I have given it thought.

Nations and people seem to work the same way. We never go to war saying, I want to dominate your trade and take your raw materials, rather we say, you people did this to us, and therefore we are going to beat you down... and by the way, after the fact, no one will notice, we get our way about trade and raw materials...

I think it comes down to wanting one's way without guilt or compromise. Nations and people wish to have things their way, to be able to break promises and serve their own interests, and not feel guilty for doing so, and so, the other party must be vilified, and in so doing, the idea of clearness is not an option, self reflection does not serve that process well at all.

I keep looking for a logical solution to conflict, even in our Quaker meeting, though, few want logic and truth, they want their own way without guilt, and logic and unity be damned.
Quick answer after a long drive from ALbany...

1 Comments:

At 4:22 AM, Blogger Lorcan said...

You are abosulutly right... the process and faith are the same, it is being present to God in each other, that is our faith, the process of coming to unity through clearness can only happen when we commit to be present to God in each other, to listen, to listen to each other and when we speak, speak from that place of God in ourselves, look inside, and listen ...

 

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