I’ve never been so quiet, so long, with so many people.
Quaker worship is “unprogrammed” at Pendle Hill. (I’ve learned that there are “programmed” Quaker services in many churches – not so different from Baptists’ services with songs and a sermon.) Unprogrammed means you enter the room in silence, have a seat and be still, knowing that God is God.
I’ve spent a week on silent retreat, but this is different. On my retreat, I spent the silent time reading or writing or hiking. I had something to “do” in my silence. Here, I’m sitting with 40 or so people. Sitting. Breathing. Centering. Praying. Waiting. For something…
It was strange on our first try at this. Most everyone sits with their eyes closed. I did, too. But every once in a while, I’d look around. There is something beautiful in seeing the faces of several dozen praying souls. Sometimes, I’d see someone else looking around, our eyes would connect, then both of us would quickly close our eyes again.
The meeting room
We sat on wooden benches that surrounded the room with a large open space in the middle. After about 25 minutes of silence, a woman stood to welcome everyone and asked non-members to introduce themselves. We all then stood to greet one another. She asked if there were any prayer requests and announcements. We departed.
For the next day’s service, we decided to take our Bibles, so we would have something to read and maybe focus our thoughts during the silence. However, neither of us opened our Bibles. We were already becoming accustomed to this new way of listening for God.
During yesterday’s service, no one had anything to present, but today, a woman who had come into the area for medical treatment had written a song she’d written that wanted to share (accapela) and a man said he’d come from Minnesota with two words to bring – both short sentences that I hope were helpful to someone, since he’d come such a long distance just to bring them! A man voiced an intercessory prayer bringing someone “into the Light”. In this way, each service is different from another.
At night, there was another opportunity for a time of worship, but this was not in silence. At this vespers service, one of the members would tell a story or read a poem and invite reflective comments. Our leader read from an autobiography of a woman who was very ill, cared for by her mother. There were a few comments, then silence, then we left.
Although there was some initial awkwardness for us in these services, in the end, we found them very refreshing.
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