I had heard of the Quakers before and had always been curious about them. “It’s a religion of friends,” my friend Addison once told me. That sounded refreshing—comforting, even.
The way she described it, the Quakers moved to the beat of their own drum. They weren’t exactly tied to the Bible, more like a spin-off of Christianity. And “worship” wasn’t sermons or hymns but an hour of silence instead — you sit, you meditate, you listen for whatever God, or the universe, might be trying to tell you.
That intrigued me. I got the sense that I would probably enjoy it.
I told myself I’d go to a service someday.
But years went by, and someday never came.
Then my husband, Trevor, and I moved. And there’s something about starting over in a new place, about spending long hours alone, holed up in your office, trying to finish a book — that can make a person feel isolated. I knew I needed to be more intentional about making friends.
So, I decided it was time.
I would go to a Quaker meeting.
Listen to this episode with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to All of Me by Anna Vatuone to listen to this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.
