Our Collective Journal

December 2013/January 2014

 

Oh ye beneath life’s crushing load

whose forms are bending low,

who toil along the climbing way

with painful steps, and slow. . .


Take heart for comfort, love and hope

come swiftly on the wing.

Oh rest beside the weary road

and hear the angels sing.


From “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,”

poem by Edmund Hamilton Sears (1849)


 

Chapter 16

When have you felt comforted by God?

St. Jerome in His Study, Colantonio (15th century)


 

God Heard My Prayer

Young Friend's Story

 

A few years ago, my sister, my mom, my cat and I were driving back from my grandparents’ house in the country. They live about an hour away from our house in the city. Right before we left,... [more]

 
 

The Last Time I Saw My Father

My father had been a troubled man. As a nineteen year old Marine in Korea, he had participated in the landing at Inchon, and the breakout and retreat from the “Frozen Chosin” reservoir. He was deeply scarred by these experiences,... [more]

 
 

A Visit from the Divine

The story that springs to mind when I’m asked, “When have you been comforted by God?” seems to need to be told backwards.

 

Quite a while ago at a Yearly Meeting session, I passed the table of a woman I considered... [more]

 
 

Windows

After the surgery my view from the hospital bed was of the shadowy tops of trees and the dark night sky.  The moon was full, adding light to the darkness, though I never saw the full round beauty of it... [more]

 
 

My Light Babies

I am a proud mother of two beautiful children, a graduate of higher education, and an experienced professional.  I have a successful career as a Speech Language Pathologist and I own my own business, but I also have a traumatic... [more]

 
 

Difficult Tasks and Weighty Responsibilities

In 2009 I was fired from an organization I had served for eleven years—working my way up to Vice President.  Part of me was angry, indignant, and ready to fight.  That isn’t the story though. Those are mundane human emotions,... [more]

 
 

Birds Like Arrows

A beautiful summer Saturday, I was nine years old.  I faced a pile of ironing, high as my waist—punishment for some misdeed. I’ve forgotten what it was, or why I had done it, only that atonement waited in laundry piles:... [more]

 
 

Living in Jersey

In 1985, I moved from Oregon to New Jersey.  I found myself halfway between Philadelphia and New York City.  New Jersey challenged all my assumptions about pizza, recycling and customer service.  The people were more aggressive.  Wild spaces were harder... [more]

 
 

Conundrum

I’d like to say that we followed the Light into the wilderness.  In reality we headed off into the mountains unprepared and the Light accompanied us, knowing we would need divine intervention.

 

Years ago my husband and I decided to take... [more]

 
 

Nothing Changed but Everything was Different

About halfway through my undergraduate program I hit a snag.  In order to proceed with the normal sequence of chemistry classes for my major I needed to have taken or be concurrently enrolled in general physics.  But I hadn’t started... [more]

 
 

Hope for a Distant Future

My childhood encompassed a special kind of chaos.  I lived in a tiny one-bedroom house with my family in Central California. I slept in a crib in my parents’ room until after turning six, when my grandmother’s Alzheimer’s Disease progressed... [more]

 
 

Release to the Captives

My son’s behavior was making me unbearably anxious, and I prayed almost without ceasing.  It was hard for me to focus at work and sleep at night.  

 

It was January 1997.  Jesse had been paralyzed from the chest down two years... [more]

 
 

"I have often felt a motion of love to leave some hints in writing of my experience of the goodness of God."  --John Woolman  

God Heard My Prayer

 

The Last Time I Saw My Father

 

A Visit from the Divine

 

Windows

 

My Light Babies

 

Difficult Tasks and Weighty Responsibilities

 

Birds Like Arrows

 

Living in Jersey

 

Conundrum

 

Nothing Changed but Everything was Different

 

Hope for a Distant Future

 

Release to the Captives