CARPE DIEM

Among the historic divisions among Friends, none were more traumatic than the Hicksite-Orthodox separations, 1826-27. While New England and North Carolina were spared, most other American yearly meetings were torn in two. The reasons were deep and complicated – often along socio-economic and geographic lines. Subsistence versus commercial farming, artistan-craftsmen versus industrialists, rural versus urban, traditional versus forward-looking, tensions between having the polity of Friends lodged within the monthly meeting or at the yearly meeting level, even language itself, one holding to old expressions versus those wanting to embrace a new evangelical ecumenism.

We were not alone. The Puritan legacy, for instance, splintered into Congregationalists and Unitarians about the same time we Quakers split, theirs ostensibly over naming the president to head, first, Dartmouth College and then Harvard. The Dunkers (or German Baptist Brethren), meanwhile, managed to hold together, although their tensions would finally reappear in the 1880s, leading to a five-way split, producing the Church of the Brethren – about the same time many Friends began turning to pastor-led programmed worship. Curiously, the Brethren, laboring under a single yearly meeting, faced major tensions between the Eastern, old-fashioned members and the “Western” (west of the Appalachian Mountains) progressives – the same lineup that Friends would see in the quietist versus pastoral worship styles, with our Western Yearly Meetings going programmed and the Eastern ones largely holding to tradition.

These tensions were fueled by and reflected in many larger societal issues. In politics, the Jacksonians reflected the emergence of westward expansion. In religion, the Great Awakening first blazed through New England (sometimes as the New Lights movement) before igniting in Kentucky and the newly settled regions. In the economy, the industrial revolution was well under way.

For Quakers, the divisions essentially shut down the itinerant ministry from traveling Friends, which had kept the central messages of the faith and practice intact. That loss no doubt played into the emergence of the pastoral system in places where Friends were settling, rather than long settled. Another loss was a breakdown in the sharing of epistles and other written material. We no longer had a common vision to express or unite behind.

I reflect on these not so much as history but as a recognition that our larger society is in one of those watershed transitions – as our presentations and discussions on envisioning the future have suggested. How do we parlay what’s been entrusted to us into the future? Will Friends, as a whole, respond with radically new worship, organization, expression? Will we be sufficiently open to be led where we are needed? Of course, Israel under Roman occupation turned out to be another of those watershed moments, spreading both Judaism and the newly emerging Christianity across the empire. But that’s a much larger and more complicated story, except for the fact that we’re Friends as a consequence.

Or, as old Quakers would say, “Christ is come and coming.” It’s more than “Season’s Greetings,” after all.

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4 thoughts on “CARPE DIEM

  1. At eighteen, a lapsed Catholic, I made my own personal survey of religions—which included a visit to a Quaker meeting. But I found the silence more pregnant than peaceful—and of those who did speak, I sensed a kind of family dynamic, as if the Friends expected that old lady to get up and do her monologue, because she did it every Sunday. But eighteen, while a popular age for truth-seeking, is not the best age to empathize with those who have found their own truth.

    T. S. Eliot had a lot to say about the power of rituals—prayers, meetings, masses, sacraments—and about how their repetition and their form had a power to focus contemplation, entirely outside of the details of which faith it came from. I have trouble with that, since I still think the premise has to hold water for the ritual to have meaning for me. Truth-seeking got a little spongey for me, once I realized how amorphous ‘truth’ can be—but I still hunger for that idea of ‘knowing myself’ and knowing my place in the universe.

    Faith is so personal—it seems inevitable that any kind of institutionalization of it is fated to fracture into differing tastes and attitudes, just as personalities can fracture a business’s internal workings into byzantine office-politics. The existent of orders, abbeys, monks, and hermits seem to suggest that Faith wants to be private and personal—and, to me, it’s an open question whether the desire to share one’s faith is a calling or a temptation.

    • Your points are well taken. One side of the sharing of faith we might consider is the matter of encouraging each other along the way to living more fully in what Zen calls Big Self rather than Little Self.

      • This comment was an intrusion and I apologize. I just have a big mouth/keyboard. Perhaps I wouldn’t be so eager to blather all over the web if I had more encouraging things to say. But I am all for encouraging each other–I’m not very good at it, is all. Thanks for your patience, Jnana.

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