Our Calling As Quakers

Our Calling As Quakers

Jim McClung and I spent Tuesday afternoon in the archives at Earlham College, digging through old minutes from 1941, the year Fairfield Meeting purchased our brick parsonage from the Mendenhall family for the princely sum of $1,200.00.  We also discovered when Frank...
Our Calling As Quakers

Doing Right When the World is Doing Wrong

After Dad passed away this last summer, my brother David divided up the family pictures and brought them to Thanksgiving dinner to distribute to the siblings. So I’ve been looking through them, stirring my memory, and came across a picture from when Dad coached the...
Our Calling As Quakers

Impatience Is A Virtue

I was at the Clayton Café this past Wednesday, eating lunch with the Quaker men. There are 8-10 of us there every Wednesday at noon. You’re welcome to join us. Membership is not required. Jim McClung was there, and in a happy mood, reporting that while on his way...
Our Calling As Quakers

Touchstones

When I was little, I’d play a game with my brothers. We didn’t have a name for it, but if we played it today, we’d probably call it What If? It went like this. What if you had to lose one of your five senses, which one would it be? Sight, smell, hearing, taste, or...