The meeting room at Pardshaw, site of some of my early Quaker experiences. Photo by Andrew Rendle. |
I'm talking about the experience that made each
Quaker realise that this was their spiritual path – the experience
of what we have called, from our earliest years, convincement.
My spellchecker doesn't like that word, probably because it's not
really used much outside of Quaker discourse, and perhaps not that
much even among Quakers. Online dictionaries give a perfectly good
definition, though – in this sense, it refers to the action or
state of being convinced. If you're new to Quaker discussion, it's
worth pointing out that this might be similar to what other faiths
refer to as conversion.
We speak of Friends becoming convinced, rather than being converted,
a difference that has a number of reasons feeding into it, and really
beyond the scope of this post; perhaps I will return to it in
another. If it makes it easier for you to think about, feel free to
read “convince” as “convert”, but do be aware that you are
missing some shading of meaning when you do so.
Convincement can
be a road-to-Damascus experience, or a gradual experience. For some,
it can be hard to pin down a specific moment. Sometimes, one realises
that the point where one actually became convinced of the Quaker
approach was before one began to consciously identify as a Quaker.
Like so much of Quaker experience, convincement is subject to massive
amounts of variation. Unlike much of Quaker experience, this is
perhaps a point that is more in common with other faith traditions.
Talking about our
convincement experiences allows us to share in a deeply important
part of one another's spiritual life, and it often connects to other
important aspects of a person's life, sometimes even with other big
changes. Becoming convinced can be a result of big changes in our
lives, or can be the cause of them – it's far from implausible for
it to be both, and sometimes it's neither. For me, it was an
accumulation of many things, a long time coming.
From an early
age, I was fascinated by religions, though feeling no personal
connection to any I had come across. I would take part, as much as an
outsider was allowed, in the activities of different religious
groups. I suppose you could say I felt an affinity for religion in
the abstract, without having any affinity for any particular faith
tradition. At the same time, even after profound reflection over many
years, I could not find any scintilla of belief in any sort of
supreme being – or beings. And yet, I felt something. I had a
feeling inside, that I could never describe, when I visited any place
of worship. A profound sense of power, I suppose, of a sort of weight
to the place. Even where the act of worship didn't take place in a
special place, I could usually seem to feel something – I suspect
just a subconscious amalgamation of the impressions from the body
language of all the participants, perhaps – of the solemn and
serious power involved, even in those observances that were
light-hearted and celebratory. It intrigued me deeply, as did the
simple idea of understanding and learning about different faiths and
traditions.
At uni, I
participated in a university Pagan Soc set up by people I knew. Never
identified as a pagan, but there were elements to some of the
approaches I saw that resonated with me. As mentioned elsewhere on
this blog, I
kept Mormon missionaries coming back for about a year, so I could
learn about their faith; not much resonated with me there, but it led
to some important experiences, as detailed in that earlier post.
Through all of this, I had little contact with Quakers, very little
awareness of them, really.
The first time I
knowingly met a Quaker was before that, though. In the first year of
university, taking part in a Students Union protest involving a pond
(which we were protesting by emptying it), I met a Quaker for the
first time that I am aware of. I don't know how it came up in
conversation, but when the people I'd gone to the protest with and I
were chatting with this person afterwards, they mentioned being a
Quaker and told us some of what that meant – though in a fairly
jocular way that was missing an awful lot of detail, as I would later
discover.
During my time
intercalating from university, after it became abundantly clear that
I had developed narcolepsy, a young woman started coming to some
societies I had contact with, though I wasn't actually involved in
them all at that point. There was a sort of informal network of
societies with a huge overlap in their membership – writers,
role-playing, fantasy & science fiction, pagans, a couple of
others – who unofficially shared some socials, that sort of thing.
A quiet person, and being involved in these societies for the first
time, and rather young and innocent in appearance, most of us made
the quite natural assumption that she was a first year. It soon
became apparent that she was actually the same age as a lot of us, a
fourth year, having not gotten involved in societies in her first two
years, and then spent a year in Canada as part of a year abroad
degree scheme. At the Writers' Guild Christmas meal, I was sat near
her, and discovered that she was a Quaker – and apparently far more
willing to talk about it seriously than the Friend I had met in the
first year had been.
We also found
some common interests, and both studying maths (though I also studied
another subject as well – physics before intercalating, computer
science thereafter). We talked quite a lot at social events, and it
wasn't often about religion. When we became an item, I took more
interest in that again – partly because it was something she spent
her time doing, and I was curious about it from that angle, as well
as from my interest in religion. She took me along to a Young Friends
gathering at Pardshaw Meeting House that summer, working on cleaning
and repainting the main room with a bunch of Young Friends; there
wasn't a great deal religious really happenings, but there was a lot
of fun, a lot of work, and a lot of fellowship. She also took me
along as a +1 when two Ffriends were getting married – I forgot to
take my narcolepsy medication with me, and ended up sleeping through
most of the marriage meeting (as well as while standing up on a
Birmingham bus, which was apparently scary to witness). It was
immediately after that marriage meeting, however, that things start
to take a turn towards what you might call convincement – starting
with a particularly odd conversation.
(And yes, in case
you were wondering, the young woman in the preceding paragraph is the
one I'm currently engaged to. So this is a love story, too, I guess,
but that's not the point)
I was introduced
to someone she knew from previous a Quaker event, and there was a lot
of conversation about a lot of things, but this new person asked if I
was a Quaker. I answered for myself, explaining what views I had come
to myself, but that I didn't subscribe to any faith. They turned to
the woman I was accompanying and said “yeah, he's a Quaker, he just
doesn't know it yet”. I suppose, in hindsight, this was true, but
it was an odd thing to hear.
Anyway, I went
back to Pardshaw that winter, less work, lots of communal fun, and
struggling to stay warm. Deciding I wanted to learn more directly, I
went along to Young Friends General Meeting the following February;
back then, YFGM ran a parallel programme at the February weekend,
aimed at Enquirers, and that suited me. I learned some more,
experienced more – including my first experience of Quaker
decision-making – and decided I wanted to continue being involved.
I was appointed to the committee who ran YFGM's activities at
Pardshaw, enthusiasm for the location being more important than
Quaker credentials, it seemed, and went along to the next couple of
YFGMs. I supported my partner in her work on other Quaker activities,
and I came to identify as a Quaker myself, with very little change –
and that based on my experiences of Quaker worship and other
activities – in my actual “beliefs”. A little over 10 years
later I became a member of my current Area Meeting, having had
limited involvement (which is to say, virtually no involvement) in
local Quaker activities for most of the time I was active with YFGM –
a very common pattern for YFGMers.
So my
convincement experience was no revelation, no road to Damascus
moment, no sudden outbreak of the Light in my heart. It wasn't about
how I viewed the idea of God. It was about coming to realise that
Quaker practice worked for me.
Of feeling that I was welcome to explore it first-hand while holding
the beliefs I already had, and seeing that it fit with them. This is
not to say that I wasn't changed by any of these experiences. I
certainly was, and I hope I continue to be. But that change was not
part of my convincement, nor a result of it. My convincement merely
set up the practical conditions – involvement in Quaker worship and
learning to improve my awareness of the Divine – for that
transformation to occur.
I was convinced
by that most simple expedient – I tried it, and I found that it
worked.
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