It almost seems, sometimes, like holes are appearing in those hedges and that they may, some way in the future time, be coming down.
I mourn when I read some of the stuff in this post and most of the comments attached to it--in which Friends talk about "my" experiences, "my" faith and practice and "my" domain of the Society. Can they really believe this twisted caricature of me? It's stunning in its chauvinistic and patronizing historical inaccuracy. In this caricature, hurtful and sure to firmly seat wedges driven long ago, is the story, in epitome, of how our Society became the small and insignificant sect it is.
Our religious "parents" forfeited Quaker peculiarity, making themselves completely comfortable in a self-righteous, notionally divided house they built for us to inherit.
We sometimes look quite like we share that comfort in the same kind of "meantime" world of strife, sniping and factions that our religious "grandparents" were called to reconcile by allowing themselves to be made perfected, matured and fit for that particular purpose.
If we can't talk about others in edifying and constructive ways, saying things that will build them up and that will help connect them to us and us to them as we work out our salvation together, then maybe we should just talk about ourselves--or perhaps wait, and listen.
"Question: But if I do not presently see that service in a thing that the rest of my brethren [sic] agree in? In this case what is my duty, and theirs?
"Answer. It is thy duty to wait upon God in silence and in patience, and as thou abide in the simplicity of Truth thou wilt receive an understanding with the rest of thy brethren [sic] about the thing doubted. And it is their duty, whilst thou behavest thyself in meekness, to bear with thee, and carry themselves tenderly and lovingly towards thee."
"True Spiritual Liberty," William Penn, 1681
(condensed by Lewis Benson), Tract Association of Friends