Everyday Mysticism, Interview with EunSung Kim

Everyday Mysticism

Everyday Mysticism


Thoughts about spirituality and faith. My own struggles and descriptions of my spiritual journey within my everyday life.

About Me     eunsung k

Gender         MALE

Occupation Stay at Home Dad

Location         Richmond, VA, United States

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I love writing and creating art. I also love noticing beauty and art in hidden places. 

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Sunday, November 1, 2015

the Cloud of Unknowing

Can people who are married and have kids be contemplatives? I used to think that contemplatives only existed in the walls of a monastery, whether it be a Christian or Buddhist monastery. I do not live in a cloister, but my home is the community in which I am spiritually growing.

My daughter Winnie is almost a year old. The days of holding her in the early morning while she naps on my chest and praying silently are long gone. Winnie wakes up rearing to go and walks from corner to corner exploring each cranny, and un-shelving most of her favorite books. It is hard to center and sit in silence and open oneself to contemplative prayer, when you are utterly exhausted most of the time.

The anonymous author of Cloud of Unknowing writes in the 43rd chapter about forgetting the self and to "let nothing stir your mind or will other than God. Attempt to suppress all your thoughts and feelings regarding subjects less than God. Put distracting ideas under a cloud of forgetting. In contemplation, forget everything, including yourself and your accomplishments." How do I focus on God and let everything else go?

For me, getting out of my own thoughts come usually the way of helping others and being of service to them, and eventually I get out of my own head in the action of helping others long enough that I remember to consciously contact God with my thoughts, words, and eventually someday with my whole being.

Being a father to a young toddler is often hectic and frenzied. :) But there are opportunities to open yourself up to the moment and let go of "distracting ideas" and "forget everything." Kids are wonderful teachers in opening yourself up to the present moment. My daughter Winnie and I have been lately taking morning walks. Winnie does not go very far until she inspects the tiny spec she sees on the side walk, or stumbles towards the grass to see a leaf, rubbish, or something that caught her eye; she is in awe of everything. If I put down my cell phone long enough, because I am usually busy capturing these cute moments digitally, I am invited to be present and put my focus on here and now. I see with new eyes, eyes of my daughter, a piece of discarded wrapper becomes treasure and a thing of fascination.

Children are also good teachers in giving and receiving love. I am not sure where Winnie learned this, but sometimes spontaneously as I or my wife, Jocelyn holds her, she will cry "hug" and give the most warm heartfelt hug. Winnie gently lays her head on your chest and wraps her arms around you. In those little moments, I am not thinking about myself, how tired I am, but just being in the presence of love. This sort of love I think are glimpses of how God loves us. This sort of Holy Love only exists now, in the present moment. It is love that one has to experience and open up to, and let go of one's defenses. Kids and puppies are good at disarming most of us, and a random act of kindness from them will melt even the coldest of hearts (not all, but most).

I am not a monk. I am a father and a husband. But I too am a contemplative. I happen to be Quaker and also Catholic. I grew up in the great tradition of the Methodist Church, but even then I was drawn to moments of silence. The contemplation that finds me in my current experience is sporadic, but it still nurtures me. It is the type of silence that opens me up and connects me to something bigger, and gives me hope even in the worst of days. I carry this silence that lives in my heart and is nurtured at home, to the hospital when I encounter folks in crisis as a Chaplain Intern. I am grateful to have my wife, Jocelyn and my daughter, Winnie as teachers in giving and receiving love with all my heart and soul.

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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Living Here and Now

Spiritual identity is not something far off, not something we need to go to Tibet to find. It is here, in the way we walk on the earth, the way we see our life, the way we care for ourselves and others. Our true nature is not something extraordinary; in fact, it is quite ordinary, an inevitable portion of our daily life.--Muller (How Then Shall I Live?, 64)


Spiritual life is not a theory. We have to live it.--Anonymous (Big Book, 83)


It is hard not to run away, when things get hard. Even good things like being a dad, being married to the person i love, pursuing a career that feels natural to who i am, and seeking spiritual growth in the community i have been placed can be all very "hard." I learned very early on to check out when i feel overwhelmed and stressed. I escaped into my room, and would day dream being a super hero, or a famous country music star traveling the world singing in juke joints. I escaped into my mind to disconnect from the unbearable discomfort of what was happening in the now.

I find it sometimes impossible to pray where I am, because I feel like where I am is not enough. I judge the hell out of myself, and this self judgement keeps me disconnected from God, myself, and others around me. I am slowly, but surely learning to take a deep breath during these moments of self-pity and as I get grounded into my breath, my body, I become more aware of the here and now. I start to connect to myself, and then able to connect to something greater than myself. Quakers have a saying "that of God in you," and I forget in these moments of disconnection that the Holy Spirit dwells within me.

I still daydream sometimes about practicing a "real" spiritual life when I have time, so I can go on prayer retreats, visit monasteries, and learn from holy people. I do not discount the value of going on spiritual retreats, but my wish for escape from spirituality in my daily life robs me of growing and practicing a spiritual life in this very moment. I pray in the now, even when I am changing my daughter's poopy diaper, and even after or during hurtful words being spoken. I pray, when all I can utter are a few words, because I am so sleep deprived.

God accepts me even when I am cranky and not at my best, and the question is whether I can accept myself as I am. I am working on this, and it's a work in process. But this "work" is often joyful work that I undertake, because the work of a spiritual life is my life as it is. So here I am, trading on this road the best I can, and making tons of mistakes as a first time father and husband. I try to be a good son to my parents and a good brother, but sometimes I get caught up in my own life and go a long time without reaching out to them. But even in all my little failings, I know that God is walking with me and through me.

I hope these words are helpful to others who are struggling to live a spiritual life here and now in the messiness of their lives.


Lord Grant me the serenity to be myself. Give me the courage to grow, and the wisdom to trust in You, myself, and others. Amen.(http://julianofnorwich.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-56.html)

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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Growing Pains

"Communities need tensions if they are to grow and deepen. Tensions come from conflicts within each person--conflicts born out of a refusal of personal and community growth, conflicts between individual egoisms, conflicts arising from a diminishing gratuite, from a clash of temperaments and from individual psychological difficulties. These are natural tensions. Anguish is the normal reaction to being brought up against our own limitations and darkness, to the discovery of our own deep wound...There are a thousand reasons for tension. And each of them brings the whole community, as well as each individual member of it, face to face with its own poverty, inability to cope, weariness, aggression and depression. These can be important times if we realize that the treasure of the community is in danger. When everything is going well, when the community feels it is living successfully, its members tend to let their energies dissipate, and to listen less carefully to each other. Tensions bring people back to the reality of helplessness; obliging them to spend more time in prayer and dialogue, to work patiently to overcome the crisis and refind lost unity; making them understand that the community is more than just a human reality, that it also needs the spirit of God if it is to live and deepen." --Jean Vanier (120, Community and Growth)

I think of myself as a caring and loving person, and yet at times I find myself deeply self-centered and selfish. I don't set out to be selfish or self-centered, but it often starts with "Yes, but..." or "Well, you could have said it this way..." My need to be right sometimes gets in the way of unity within my current community, my life with my wife, Jocelyn and our 8 months old daughter, Winnie. I have been experiencing these tensions that Jean Vanier described in the quote above, and they do indeed bring me a place of what he calls "reality of helplessness," or what I choose to call an experience of powerlessness. I lack the power sufficient to solve the problem of my own making, which is my aversion to growth and change; when I deny this fundamental reality of life, change, then I experience pain and suffering.

I agree with Jean that the movement from tension, conflict, to growth comes from opening to a power greater than ourselves, which he calls the spirit of God and what I choose to call the Divine Presence. My own deep wounds come out, as I share my life on a daily basis with the people I love and that love me. Sometimes, our wounds rub up against each other, and we react out of fear and pain. I experienced the discomfort of my wounds being rubbed at L'Arche Daybreak and then at L'Arche GWDC, when I shared my life with other members of our community. One conflict I had early on as an assistant at Euclid House was over dishes with another assistant, and he had soaked by beloved cast iron skillet in soap! I am not sure why something so small, evoked so much anger in me, but it also brought out anger in him when I confronted him about it. We were eventually able to work it out, slowly but surely, and talk through our tensions and own inner conflicts. We realized that we were both hearing the voices of critical father figures.

I am no longer at L'Arche, but I find myself reliving the lessons I learned in community within my life as a husband and as a new father in Richmond, VA. I am learning that I cannot make decisions on my own, because my actions affect the whole family. I know this seems very simple, but seeing that I cannot act selfishly and that I have to choose unity of the whole does not come easy for me. I sometimes want to make my own choices and not run it by my wife, or just drag my daughter along to activities I want to do. On most days I do not make these selfish choices, but it sometimes takes a lot of prayer and dialogue to make this happen. I also fall prey to going on rants or long winded monologues with my wife, instead of actually opening myself to listen with love.

Most people see me as a nice and polite person, and it's true that I can be very nice and polite. However, sometimes underneath my layer of quiet politeness, lies a deep seated anger and frustration. I am slowly learning to express anger and frustration in healthy ways, along with other feelings and verbalizing other range of emotions. I feel like a immature teenager when it comes to communicating feelings, and navigating conflict.

I am currently working on getting accredited as a chaplain, and the experiences as a chaplain intern and course work has been very helpful in exploring naming tensions within myself and groups that I am part of. I still find tensions between people, whether it be with me and someone else, or tension among people I am with very uncomfortable. But lately, I am learning to stay put and listen deeply, and patiently explore ways to clear up miscommunication. Hopefully I can allow the Divine Presence to live and deepen within my life and deepen my commitment to the folks around me. What a blessing it is to share life with Jocelyn and baby Winnie.

published 7/19/15




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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Spiritual Life: Clearing Away the Poop


Everyone poops. Most TV shows leave out characters doing mundane things like using the bathroom, cleaning their homes, because they want to suck you into a world that you want to escape to. I watched a lot of Star Trek: the Next Generation, and I don't know if anyone poops or pees in the future. Similarly, great works of spiritual writing and theology often leave out the very practical mundane reality of our existence like cleaning up a 6 months old baby's poopy cloth diaper, after she has started eating solids. Maybe the early Church Fathers and Mothers did not have this problem, but they do talk about daily tasks in the monastic setting. However, my community like the majority of us does not occur in an Christian monastic setting, Buddhist monastery, or in an Ashram.

My immediate community I wake up to everyday, the people I am sharing life together in a very intimate way, consist of my wife and daughter. I never imagined while I was studying theology at Duke Divinity School, which for the most part was really academically focused, that my prayer life includes wiping my daughter's rear and spraying off her poopy cloth diapers. What am I ranting about you ask? Simply put, my spiritual life is here and now in my very reality. I pray now, connect to God at this very moment as I write this blog, as I laugh with my daughter, and when I practice forgiveness.

I think God is with me even when I get angry or say a hurtful word to the very people I love, but in those moments I choose disconnection and separate from a loving God that holds me and others gently. I can choose to reconnect, sometimes slowly and other times quickly by looking at my part and admitting where I was wrong. If you know me, I rarely like to be wrong. I am always trying to figure it out and talk my way into being right: a way of being that served me well before, but does not create a happy or healthy marriage. Sometimes the most spiritual thing to do is hold my tongue and swallow my pride, and just shut up and listen. It sounds simple, but really difficult to do in the moment when you are sleep deprived, and start taking everything personally.

I wonder if the Buddha or Jesus ever changed poopy diapers? Jesus was not married, but surely he must have been around little babies. The historical Buddha was married and had kids before he awakened, but he probably had servants who did all that stuff since he was a prince. Most of us are not the Son of God or the awakened one, but like them we can embody love in the here and now, even at the most difficult moments.

I used to think I would become a spiritual person by becoming a monk, then later by living in community at L'Arche. What I am experiencing now is that God, which I prefer to call the Divine Prescence invites me into holy silence in moments of boisterous cries from my daughter, to the still quiet mornings when my wife is asleep upstairs, and I am holding our daughter, Winnie. close to my chest as she peacefully naps. Like I said before, it's not all about cleaning poop, but my life includes the day to day stuff that needs to be done. I can't always see the everyday stuff as spiritual. I don't always experience how sacred this very moment is, but sometimes my heart breaks open for just a little bit and I truly experience everything as a gift. But if I am not careful, I collect resentments, fears and judgments that turn the very things and people in my life I am grateful for into burdens and hassle. Sometimes, I need to clear away the "poop" within myself, metaphorically speaking, to be open to gratitude for my life as it is. It's much easier to live life clear and free, so I can be grateful for now instead of living in the past or living in the future.

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Spiritual Lessons from a Teething Child



Me and my daughter.

Teething is a painful process and very uncomfortable. My daughter's ear piercing screams make my heart wrench as I try to soothe her as her new bottom teeth are coming in. While spiritual growth is not exactly like getting your first baby tooth, it can also be a very painful and down right uncomfortable process.

In my 20s, I had a mistaken belief that a spiritual awakening or some sort of "aha" moment, which Zen describes of kensho would somehow make my life more easy. I confused spiritual growth as somehow comfort and ease. Don't get me wrong, sometimes spiritual experiences are very pleasant in that they provide a sense of clarity.

In my early 30s, I was given a moment of clarity, where I saw for the first time that the way I was living my life was not working. I could no longer blame everyone else for my misery, and maybe just maybe I was willing to try another way before I tried killing myself yet again. It seems funny now to me looking back at how delusional I was thinking I was somehow in control, and I could figure my life out. I had tried many spiritual paths at this point from Anarchist philosophy, Stoicism, Buddhism, Taoism, and different strains of Christianity like Methodism and Catholicism.

I moved to a L'Arche community in DC also hoping that somehow coming to a spiritual community would fix me. The reality was I did not want to truly let control, and my mind started seeing all the ways in which my L'Arche community was the problem and not really helping me. I once again fell into a common pattern of mine, blaming others for the dissatisfaction, restlessness, and internal discomfort I felt. I was spiritually sick and I did not even know it, until I finally came to the jumping off place. At this point, I was praying everyday for a God of my understanding to kill me in my sleep. Why do the dirty work if someone else will do it for you? It upset me each morning that God was not merciful and took me in my sleep, but I had to face life which felt like a chore...a living hell.

I am like a baby in that I thought the world revolved around me. A 31 year old man behaving like a helpless baby leaves one angry entitled human being. Luck for me, I was given a gift of desperation...hitting a spiritual bottom. In a moment of clarity I became aware that the common denominator in all my misery no matter where I went was me. I had to change or get busy dying, because I did not want to continue living this way.

No one, not even a loving community could make me surrender, nor could they then do the work of inner change. I opened myself to a God that I did not really believe, because this God of my childhood, God I studied in seminary was a God of my own making...ultimately I still ran the show. My way did not work and luckily enough I was able to reach out for help and be desperate enough not to control who or what that form of help came.

I experienced a state of admitting I was powerless and being open to another way, which meant admitting my way, my thinking, and the way I was living was not thinking. I was my worst enemy. I am not sure if babies think these thoughts as they experience pain and suffering, maybe they just cry because they hurt. My daughter goes from extreme distress to belly laughs, and I truly envy how she is so much in the moment. She is powerless over the pain and discomfort of teething, but it is my hope that she trusts that she has loving parents that are looking out for her and walking with her through the process. I sometimes forget that I have a loving Power in my life that walks with me through the pains and joys of life, and sometimes that Power reaches out to me through friends and sometimes strangers. I truly believe and have experienced how we can be channels of God's peace, especially in moments we are honest and vulnerable.

Teething like spiritual growth can be very tiring, and sometimes we need a nice long nap cuddled up to someone we love.






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Saturday, March 28, 2015

getting Winnie to nap: lessons in humility

I've faced many challenges in my life: depression, paying taxes, getting beyond suicidal iterations, finding a job, and etc. But none of them compare to getting a little baby to nap on her bed. :)

Winnie loves to nap on my chest, but based on the wisdom of all the parents before me and especially at the suggestion of my lovely wife, I am trying to be consistent about teaching her how to nap in her own bed. The problem arises a few minutes after I lay her down, and she abruptly wakes up either smiling and laughing or screaming and wailing.

What does this have to do with spirituality? There's nothing like a lesson in humility and a call to practice love and tolerance like the presence of a young infant. I am learning a lesson that my life in community keeps teaching me, which is that I cannot control other people. However, I can try to be centered and stable inside, so I can show up on a consistent basis.

The other day, my daughter and I napped in our bed for a whole freaking hour. It was amazing, and especially needed because she had woken up around 3:30 that morning. I am learning that we are called to love and practice love, even when we are sleep deprived and tired, and I feel like I have nothing to give.

I never thought I was a rigid person, but I've realized as this lovely new person is constantly changing my routine that I have doggedly become a creature of habit. I want things to happen when I want them to, even when I have a roughly fluid schedule. I am working on this with my wife practicing love and tolerance with me. I don't always see how selfish I am being. I'll offer up a story to illustrate. Few months after Winnie was born, we planned to visit our friends in DC. I had organized a lunch with friends and also set up a place for us to stay, and sort of roughly mapped out what we'd do that weekend. The night before we were going on the trip, Winnie was not feeling well and I was also starting to feel slightly not so well. I sort of threw a tantrum when my wife Jocelyn told me we probably should not go tomorrow.

I was really upset and could not get past the plans I had made. My plans became more important than the people right in front of me, and even my own body telling me to rest. The morning came and my daughter was snottier and I was worse, and I finally had the sense to realize that my wife was wise and spoke the truth. It is so humbling to admit that you are wrong, and then the hard part is trying to change and not repeat the same mistake.

Winnie's naps similar to the story I shared, is another experience of me not being able to control the situation or a person. Little babies have good days and bad, and my job is to show up with an open heart. Laugh when my daughter wakes up smiling and laughing, and soothe her when she wakes up crying. Back to this great experiment called parenting... :)



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Monday, March 9, 2015

prayer and meditation

I have been practicing some form of meditation since 1999, my first year as an undergraduate at UNC-Chapel Hill. I read a book on Taoist meditation techniques and started sitting. I then I about Zen and started sitting zazen. My meditation practice was off and on until 2008, when I entered a Methodist seminary in Durham, NC. I began to be interested in contemplative practices within the Christian church and sought out a mentor for Centering Prayer and started a centering prayer group along with new friends at seminary. I would say that my love for contemplatives started initially when I discovered Taoist sages, Zen monks, Hindu ascetics, and later early Church Fathers and Mothers.

I was drawn to the writings of Thomas Merton and encountered Trappist Monks when I was in seminary during a spiritual retreat. I used to visit Mepkin Abbey (http://mepkinabbey.org/wordpress/) on a more regular basis, and spent a month there as a Monastic Guest while in seminary. My last year in seminary, I became Catholic. I tell people that I came into the Catholic Church through the back door, being pulled by the contemplatives of the monastic tradition.

Currently, I am a member of the Religious Society of Friends. In the eyes of the Catholic Church, I remain Catholic, and only a confession away to be an upstanding member.

My prayer life consists of daily starting my day with intercessory prayer and silence. I have set prayers I have memorized, and I go through them to open my heart and mind to the will of a God of my understanding. I prefer the Quaker term of Divine Presence. I then sit in silence about 20 minutes, and sometimes invoking the sacred word as taught by Fr. Keating in practicing centering prayer if I get distracted. I intersperse my prayer life with zazen, more specifically a sitting practice called shikantaza, which roughly translates to just sitting. I became more disciplined in my sitting while I was in seminary, and often sat with the Buddhist student group.

As a father of a 4 months old daughter, I've had to be little more flexible with my prayer life and meditation practice. When I awake in the morning, I am often waking up to my daughter getting up to start her day. I usually change her diaper, read to her, play with her and sing to her about an hour before she takes her first nap of the day. I pray and meditate while holding her. I am sitting on a couch rather than on a meditation cushion. My sitting on a zafu has been irregular, but I still try to just sit when I hold my daughter on my couch.

My night time prayer has been also more fluid and flexible. I rarely sit on the cushion, but I try to pray and do some deep breathing as I lay in our bed. I try to open myself to my body sensations, to my own breath and the breathing of my daughter and wife.

I will try to return to a more disciplined meditation practice, especially with the sitting posture on the zafu once my daughter sleeps through the night [keep your figures crossed :)].

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Let’s Grow Together: Interview with EunSung Kim

October 1, 2015
By Jon Berry

https://www.friendsjournal.org/eunsung-kim/



EunSung Kim, 35, is in chaplain residency training in Richmond, Virginia. He was introduced to Quakerism in college. He and his wife, Jocelyn, married under the care of Friends in Washington, D.C. They were accepted into membership of Richmond (Va.) Meeting last year. They became parents last November, and are raising their daughter, Winnie, in meeting. 

The son of a Methodist minister, EunSung went on to try different traditions, including Catholicism and Zen Buddhism, before settling into Friends. EunSung holds a masters of divinity degree from Duke University.

Jon Berry: How did you and your family come to Quakerism?

When Jocelyn and I began dating, I suggested we try different faith communities. I felt it was important for us to share our spiritual lives. Bless her heart, she agreed. We were living in Washington, D.C. We went to a number of churches—Catholic, Russian Orthodox, evangelical. Then we tried Friends. It felt to both of us a community we could be part of. For her, I think, it was the Quaker principle of simplicity and the social activism of Friends. I was drawn to the silence and communal worship. It was nice to sit in silence and experience God for myself. I was so tired of people telling me what to believe or how to experience God. In Friends meeting, I could just come, and sit, and listen.

Jon: What is meeting for worship like for you?

It depends on the Sunday. I usually sit in the back in a rocking chair. Sometimes my daughter falls asleep and sleeps the whole meeting. Having a little human being next to my heart and feeling that person’s warmth while in silence brings such deep gratitude. There’s a wonderful sense of connection in being in silence with my daughter and my wife. Recently we’ve started using the nursery; Winnie is getting older and wants more stimulation. So we’ll bring her into meeting for the first 20 minutes, when the children are present, then take her to the nursery when the older children go to First-day school.

Jon: How do you center yourself?

Just sitting and being still is the first thing. I try to close my eyes, breathe, and feel my body. Then I try to tune into the sound of my own breath. Sometimes, when I’m distracted, I say a prayer, like the Jesus prayer: “Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me.” Or a Hawaiian prayer I’ve learned that goes, “Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” Sometimes I just say the first part, “Thank you. I love you,” over and over, until my mind calms and I center into silence.

Jon: What happens to you in meeting?

There are times I feel awakenings. The sense of time in meeting can feel different. Last week, I felt tense coming into meeting. But the silence was really deep. Two Friends broke silence, asking for songs to be sung. After the first song, I settled more deeply. Sometimes I go into meeting thinking I just want silence, but then someone speaks and it connects me to the God of my understanding, and I leave meeting in peace. I hope that as she grows up my daughter experiences this kind of silence. I hope meeting can be a safe place for her to experience, experiment, and discover. I remember being surprised when I first saw young Friends sitting in silence, some as young as six or seven sitting for the whole hour. It’s nice to worship in an intergenerational space.

Jon: How do you see Quakerism working in your life?

I love the Quaker belief in letting our lives speak. It can be at home with family. When we eat, we pray a silent prayer. Recently Winnie has been able to hold both our hands so we make a circle. In my professional life, I’m working toward being a chaplain. I’ve been doing my clinical hours in a hospital setting. I try to see the encounters I have with people in moments of crisis as being a meeting for worship. It’s a sacred space. Something happens that you can’t put into words. I love chaplaincy. It feels natural to who I am and the spiritual life I’ve been practicing. Often I’m the first Quaker people have encountered. Coming to a ministerial role, as a Quaker, is interesting. People want to put authority on me, but it’s not necessarily something I want. Authority is something I see as shared. In meeting, everyone is a minister, even children. Someone once said, after a meeting in which Winnie had been making baby noises, that they really enjoyed her share. Whether you use words, or sounds, or presence, you have a place in Friends. 

Jon: Have you gotten involved in your meeting?

We went to one young Friends meeting in D.C. before moving to Richmond, and after moving went to a few Friendly Eight suppers. But then we became parents and life got busy. We made a conscious decision not to be on a committee when Winnie was a baby. I’ve recently talked with Jocelyn about taking on a role, and have been holding in the Light what that might be. The meeting has been really welcoming. From the time we began coming, people wanted to hear our stories and what drew us to Friends. We really appreciated the process of becoming members. One of my favorite parts was writing the letter to the meeting declaring I wanted to become a Friend. Before we applied for membership, Jocelyn and I took the time to go to the mountains. We stayed in a bed and breakfast, and wrote our letters in a beautiful place. We sat in silence before we wrote.

Jon: Has anything you’ve read about Quakerism especially impressed you?

Thomas Kelly’s writings really speak to me. I particularly like A Testament of Devotion, in which he talks about holy silence and holy obedience. I’ve been drawn to the contemplative life, monastic spirituality, centering prayer. Kelly describes that contemplative spiritual life. I appreciate the importance on living out belief. Silence is not just inner peace but to be useful to God.

Jon: What would you like to see for Quakerism in the years to come?

I hope more young families can come into meeting and feel welcome, with children, even younger children, like we have. Quakerism can be such a safe and welcoming space for families. As for myself, I hope I can become involved with the larger meeting. We attended our first regional meeting last year. It was great. Seeing a huge business meeting done with the help of the Spirit in a discerning way was wonderful. I love the practice of not moving forward if we’re not in unity; it’s not majority will but the will of a Higher Power. I love how people are drawn to Quakerism. Many of the people I’ve met in Quakerism didn’t grow up in meetings. They came to meeting and encountered a particular experience of the sacred. It felt like home. It’s what happened to me.




Jon Berry

Jon Berry is a Friends Journal trustee. He lives and worships in New York City.