Less is More: The Testament of Ann Lee

January 27, 2026
Stir­ring ren­di­tion of a song first pub­lished a full cen­tu­ry after this ocean pas­sage.

I was real­ly look­ing for­ward to The Tes­ta­ment of Ann Lee, the biopic of Shak­er founder Ann Lee, direct­ed and cowrit­ten by Mona Fastvold and star­ring Aman­da Seyfried as the tit­u­lar char­ac­ter. My wife and I have read a bunch of books on Shak­ers over the last few years, includ­ing at least one cit­ed by the film­mak­ers in the end cred­its. We knew from the trail­er that this would be a Hol­ly­wood treat­ment, with Ann Lee played by a lithe­some young blonde actress but we fig­ured it might be inter­est­ing enough anyway.

Nope. It didn’t feel as if the direc­tor real­ly under­stood either the the­ol­o­gy behind Shak­er aes­thet­ics or the pro­found odd­ness of Moth­er Ann. Much of the movie leaned heav­i­ly on music-video styling, with wall-of sound elec­tron­i­ca and well-trained singing voic­es rework­ing Shak­er hymns, all set to care­ful­ly chore­o­graphed dance scenes. That would be fine for a Pat Bene­tar biopic but the real Shak­ers were fierce­ly against musi­cal instru­ments (they con­sid­ered them used “to excite las­civ­i­ous­ness, and to invite and stim­u­late men to destroy each oth­ers’ lives”). I’ve always imag­ined that danc­ing would have been more of the ran­dom repet­i­tive trance of hip­py or all-night raver — chaot­ic, unpre­dictable, pro­found­ly un-synchronized.

I cer­tain­ly under­stand that cre­ators of peri­od dra­mas some­times feel the need to go off in ahis­tor­i­cal direc­tions, espe­cial­ly in their use of music, as a way of set­ting a mood. But the plain­ness of Shak­er music and dance is pre­cise­ly its point. To make it too per­fect is to mis­un­der­stand the the­ol­o­gy itself.

The Ann Lee in my head canon isn’t a come­ly fig­ure with a lust for mys­ti­cal visions, burn­ing truth and kind­ness for all. She’s short, kind of shape­less, illit­er­ate, but most of all she’s unpre­dictable, by turns kind and mean, but also bat­shit and manip­u­la­tive. The movie only has one scene about her con­fes­sions (a tame depic­tion at that), which is a shame as con­fes­sions were a core part of Moth­er Ann-era Shak­er bond­ing. When peo­ple came to join or even vis­it the Shak­ers, she would con­front them to con­fess all their sins in great detail. It was a humil­i­at­ing process and not by acci­dent: per­son­al humil­i­a­tion is a key tac­tic for all cults. There’s an implied black­mail, as embar­rass­ing details could be shared pub­licly of any­one who might change their mind and want to leave. Anoth­er com­mon cult tac­tic is sep­a­rat­ing indi­vid­u­als from their fam­i­lies, also an essen­tial part of the Shak­er experience.

In the movie, we see a dra­mat­ic exam­ple of towns­peo­ple ter­ror­iz­ing the Shak­ers but we’re nev­er shown why the locals might be so angry. When peo­ple joined the Shak­ers they split up mar­riages, pulled chil­dren from par­ents, demand­ed con­verts give their mate­r­i­al goods to the col­lec­tive, and turned the new believ­ers against their non-Shaker fam­i­lies. There were accu­sa­tions that they stole wives and chil­dren, all detailed in law­suits. The Shak­er mod­el was a pro­found threat to the famil­ial struc­tures that held togeth­er late-eighteenth cen­tu­ry New Eng­land life. The vio­lence shown the Shak­ers was inex­cus­able but also some­what under­stand­able — well, unless you watched this movie, where it was por­trayed as a fear of the unknown.

The details also seri­ous­ly strayed from his­to­ry toward the end, depict­ing lat­er Shak­er life as co-existing with Moth­er Ann. That’s a ter­ri­ble choice. Shak­erism as an orga­nized reli­gion arguably only began short­ly after her death, when a new lead­er­ship came togeth­er, new set­tle­ments start­ed, and a social struc­ture con­struct­ed that reward­ed tech­ni­cal inno­va­tion. Pret­ty much every­thing we asso­ciate with Shak­er design — the flat brooms (1798), the effi­cient­ly of the round barns (1826), the apple peel­ers (1830s), even the hymns that this movie sets to mod­ern music (“Song of Sum­mer” is c. 1875) — came lat­er and real­ly could only have come from insti­tu­tion­al Shak­ers. This is the course of most new reli­gious move­ments: a charis­mat­ic leader hold­ing a small band of com­mit­ted zealots togeth­er, fol­lowed by a lat­er insti­tu­tion­al­iza­tion of roles. By smush­ing these eras togeth­er, Moth­er Lee’s life is san­i­tized and Shak­ers pre­sent­ed as an Amer­i­can ori­gin sto­ry.1 2

What’s iron­ic that the movie itself is beau­ti­ful­ly done. The rocked-up ahis­tor­i­cal Shak­er songs are stir­ring. The singing and danc­ing are beau­ti­ful and well chore­o­graphed. The cin­e­matog­ra­phy is excep­tion­al. Aman­da Seyfried does a great job play­ing the char­ac­ter she’s been giv­en. If only she had been giv­en Moth­er Ann!

I recent­ly got around to see­ing Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hol­ly­wood, anoth­er peri­od movie that pro­files a cult in a tumul­tuous time in Amer­i­can his­to­ry. It trans­port­ed me so much more than this one. As I sat in the the­ater this week, sigh­ing as yet anoth­er music video mon­tage pow­ered up, I found myself long­ing for an auteur with a tiny bud­get to take on Ann Lee’s sto­ry (David Lynch would have under­stood the essen­tial weird­ness of Ann Lee). Less is some­times more. And it def­i­nite­ly would have been for this production.

Trip to Harper’s Ferry

May 1, 2025

Last week my son Gre­go­ry’s scout troop head­ed to south­ern Penn­syl­va­nia to start a 50-mile back­pack­ing trip south, to cov­er all of Mary­land’s por­tion of the Appalachi­an Trail and end up in Harper’s Fer­ry, West Vir­ginia. I was asked to dri­ve them, and as it seemed a lit­tle too far to com­mute back to South Jer­sey I spent four days by myself down there and had a great time. I thought I’d share var­i­ous thoughts:

Hos­tels are great. I haven’t stayed in a hos­tel in for­ev­er but at $35/night, the price was right. I’m so glad I did. Every night was a new cast of peo­ple to get to meet, quirky and fun and delight­ful­ly weird. This was the week­end of the Flip-Flop Kick­off fes­ti­val put on by the Appalachi­an Trail Con­ser­van­cy. As I under­stand it, the “flip flop” is an alter­nate way of doing a through-hike on the Appalachi­an Trail (“the AT”). Instead of start­ing in Geor­gia and head­ing north along with hun­dreds of oth­ers, you start in Harper’s Fer­ry (the hon­orary halfway point) and go south, then find a ride back to Harper’s Fer­ry and go north. The fes­ti­val brought a lot of hik­ers to Cross Trails hos­tel, where I stayed, and I even par­tic­i­pat­ed in a few events; I felt myself an hon­orary AT hiker!

I loved the ambiance and the char­ac­ters at Cross Trails Hos­tel. The staff were great.

I love my bike. I put my bike rack on my old econobox car and used it every day to com­mute the five miles or so from the hos­tel to Harper’s Fer­ry. The C&O Canal Tow­path is a most­ly flat, beau­ti­ful trail that winds 180 miles along­side the Potomac Riv­er. One day I con­tin­ued north from Harper’s Fer­ry and rode it to Shep­ard­stown: a beau­ti­ful ride apart from the calf-breaking bluffs on either side of the trip.3 Also a lot of out­door fun is white­wa­ter raft­ing. There’s three com­pa­nies in the area offer­ing it and I had a good time with Harper’s Fer­ry Adven­ture Cen­ter.

The C&O Canal Tow­path trail is wonderful.

Don’t for­get the non-vegan restau­rants. I was excit­ed by a veg­an option in Harper’s Fer­ry but my favorite meal by far was at a reg­u­lar cafe in Shep­herd­stown. I had an amaz­ing home­made black bean veg­gie burg­er, a sesame noo­dles appe­tiz­er, decent fries, and a tall cold glass of hard apple cider. Five stars to the Blue Moon Cafe. Extra bonus: there’s an actu­al creek flow­ing through the back patio.

Five stars to Shep­herd­stown’s Blue Moon Cafe.

There is so much his­to­ry atop itself in Harper’s Fer­ry. It’s a tiny town and yet every time you turn around there’s some­thing mon­u­men­tal going on. John’s Brown raid is per­haps the most famous but it was also the site of mul­ti­ple Civ­il War engage­ments, a pro­vi­sion­ing stop for Meri­wether Lewis, and a place where Thomas Jef­fer­son waxed poet­ic.

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The Odd­fel­lows Hall. One of their mem­bers was tak­en hostage by John Brown. As if that’s not enough his­to­ry, famed Civ­il War pho­tog­ra­ph­er Matthew Brady set up his cam­era here and took lots of pic­tures of sol­diers from this van­tage point.

Don’t defend Harper’s Fer­ry. There’s much one could say about John Brown’s moti­va­tions, tac­tics, etc., but real­ly dude, how dumb do you have to be to try to force-start the Civ­il War there of all places? As soon as word got out about what was hap­pen­ing, mili­tias from three states and fed­er­al troops poured in from the hills on all sides of the town and trapped him. It was over almost as soon as it began. The Civ­il War engage­ments were like that too. It’s a fish­bowl with moun­tain ridges on all sides: you just set up your muni­tions on Mary­land or Loudoun Heights and lob can­non balls down on the town until you get a sur­ren­der. A quote attrib­uted to a Union lieu­tenant in an exhib­it real­ly summed it up for me: “Gen. Jack­son and Gen. Hill told me per­son­al­ly, they had rather take it [Harper’s Fer­ry] forty times than to under­take to defend it once.”

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These are the lit­tle hills behind Harper’s Fer­ry. On either side are much taller ones.

Vis­it­ing new meet­ings is great. On Sun­day morn­ing I had church time so I motored south to vis­it Goose Creek Meet­ing in Lin­coln, Vir­ginia. 4 It’s an old meet­ing, steeped in its own his­to­ry. It’s aways fun to see a new meet­ing. They have honest-to-God pews with hym­nal racks along the back, each care­ful­ly stocked with a Bible, an FGC hym­nal, and Bal­ti­more’s Faith and Prac­tice. They have a loud clock, which I’ve always heard was a Hick­site mark­er and indeed I lat­er learned the Hick­sites held the meet­ing­house in the nine­teenth cen­tu­ry schisms.5 There were only two mes­sages and one was a fake Gand­hi quote (you all will be hap­py that I did­n’t fact-check it in real time and just let the sen­ti­ment behind it stand for itself). It seemed like a real­ly ground­ed meet­ing. I was impressed that peo­ple got there ear­ly and sat qui­et­ly prepar­ing for wor­ship. Every­one was very friend­ly for the few min­utes of cof­fee hour I could squeeze out before head­ing back north to pick up scouts.

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Nice light in the main room before wor­ship. Note the hym­nal racks on the back of bench­es and also the promi­nent clock.

And a big thanks to Troop 48 Berlin NJ for get­ting me out of the house. Scout­mas­ter Mike has a post about their trip up on the web­site. It’s a great troop and Gre­go­ry’s real­ly thriv­ing there.

Love is unconditional and accepts us for who we are

March 15, 2006

I tried to post this as a com­ment on “this piece by James Riemermann”:http://feeds.quakerquaker.org/quaker?m=299 on the Non­the­ist Friends web­site but the site expe­ri­enced a tech­ni­cal dif­fi­cul­ty when I tried to sub­mit it (hope it’s back up soon!). James describes his post as a “rant” about “conservative-leaning lib­er­al Friends,” and one theme that got picked up in the com­ments was how he and oth­ers felt exclud­ed by us (for that is a term I use to try to describe my spir­i­tu­al con­di­tion). Rather than loose the com­ment I’ll just post it here.
Hi James and everyone,
Well, I think I was one of the first of the Quak­er blog­gers to talk about conservative-leaning lib­er­al Quak­ers back in July 2003. I too am not sure it’s any­thing worth call­ing a “move­ment.”
I hear this feel­ing of being exclud­ed but I’m not sure where that’s com­ing from. When James had a real­ly won­der­ful, thought-provoking response to my “We’re All Ranters Now” piece, I asked him if I could “reprint” the com­ment as its own guest piece. It got a lot of atten­tion, a lot of com­ments. I did­n’t real­ize you were using non​the​ist​friends​.org as a blog these days but “Robin M”:http://www.quakerquaker.org/contributors_robin_m/ of “What Canst Thou Say”:http://robinmsf.blogspot.com/ did and has added a link to your post from “QuakerQuaker.org”:www.quakerquaker.org, which again is a val­i­da­tion that yours is an impor­tant voice (I can pret­ty much guar­an­tee that this is going to be one of the more fol­lowed links). You and every­one here are part of the family.
Yes, we have some dis­agree­ments. I don’t think Quak­erism is sim­ply made up of who­ev­er makes it into the meet­ing­house. I think we have a tra­di­tion that we’ve inher­it­ed. This con­sists of prac­tices and val­ues and ways of look­ing at the world. Much of that tra­di­tion comes from the gospel of Jesus and the epis­tles between the ear­li­est Chris­t­ian com­mu­ni­ties. Much of what might feel like neu­tral Quak­er prac­tice is a clear echo of that tra­di­tion, and that echo is what I talk about that in my blogs. I think it’s good to know where we’re com­ing from. That does­n’t mean we’re stuck there and we adapt it as our rev­e­la­tion changes (this atti­tude is why I’m a lib­er­al Friend no mat­ter how much I talk about Christ). These blog con­ver­sa­tions are the ways we share our expe­ri­ences, min­is­ter to and com­fort one another.
That peo­ple hold dif­fer­ent reli­gious under­stand­ings and prac­tices isn’t in itself inher­ent­ly exclu­sion­ary. Diver­si­ty is good for us, right? There’s no one Quak­er cen­ter. There’s muli­ti­ple con­ver­sa­tions hap­pen­ing in mul­ti­ple lan­guages, much of it glo­ri­ous­ly over­lap­ping on the elec­tron­ic path­ways of the inter­net. That’s won­der­ful, it shows a great vital­i­ty. The reli­gious tra­di­tion that is Quak­erism is not dead, not moth­balled away in a liv­ing his­to­ry muse­um some­where. It’s alive, with its assump­tions and bound­aries con­stant­ly being revis­it­ed. That’s cool. If a par­tic­u­lar post feels too carp­ing, there’s always the “elder­ing of the back but­ton,” as I like to call it. Let’s try to hear each oth­er from where we are and to remain open to the min­istry from those who might appear to be com­ing from a dif­fer­ent place. Love is the first move­ment and love is uncon­di­tion­al and accepts us for who we are.
I bet­ter stop this before I get too mushy, with all this talk of love! See what I mean about being a lib­er­al Quaker?
Your Friend, Martin

We’re All Ranters Now: On Liberal Friends and Becoming a Society of Finders

November 18, 2003

It’s time to explain why I call this site “The Quak­er Ranter” and to talk about my home, the lib­er­al branch of Quak­ers. Non-Quakers can be for­giv­en for think­ing that I mean this to be a place where I, Mar­tin Kel­ley, “rant,” i.e., where I “utter or express with extrav­a­gance.” That may be the result (smile), but it’s not what I mean and it’s not the real pur­pose behind this site.

Friends and Ranters

The Ranters were fellow-travelers to the Friends in the reli­gious tur­moil of seventeenth-century Eng­land. The coun­try­side was cov­ered with preach­ers and lay peo­ple run­ning around Eng­land seek­ing to revive prim­i­tive Chris­tian­i­ty. George Fox was one, declar­ing that “Christ has come to teach his peo­ple him­self” and that hireling cler­gy were dis­tort­ing God’s mes­sage. The move­ment that coa­lesced around him as “The Friends of Truth” or “The Quak­ers” would take its orders direct­ly from the Spir­it of Christ.

This worked fine for a few years. But before long a lead­ing Quak­er rode into the town of Bris­tol in imi­ta­tion of Christ’s entry into Jerusalem. Not a good idea. The author­i­ties con­vict­ed him of heresy and George Fox dis­tanced him­self from his old friend. Soon after­wards, a quasi-Quaker col­lec­tion of reli­gious rad­i­cals plot­ted an over­throw of the gov­ern­ment. That also did­n’t go down very well with the author­i­ties, and Fox quick­ly dis­avowed vio­lence in a state­ment that became the basis of our peace tes­ti­mo­ny. Clear­ly the Friends of the Truth need­ed to fig­ure out mech­a­nisms for decid­ing what mes­sages were tru­ly of God and who could speak for the Friends movement.

The cen­tral ques­tion was one of author­i­ty. Those Friends rec­og­nized as hav­ing the gift for spir­i­tu­al dis­cern­ment were put in charge of a sys­tem of dis­ci­pline over way­ward Friends. Friends devised a method for deter­min­ing the valid­i­ty of indi­vid­ual lead­ings and con­cerns. This sys­tem rest­ed on an assump­tion that Truth is immutable, and that any errors come from our own will­ful­ness in dis­obey­ing the mes­sage. New lead­ings were first weighed against the tra­di­tion of Friends and their pre­de­ces­sors the Israelites (as brought down to us through the Bible).

Ranters often looked and sound­ed like Quak­ers but were opposed to any impo­si­tion of group author­i­ty. They were a move­ment of indi­vid­ual spir­i­tu­al seek­ers. Ranters thought that God spoke direct­ly to indi­vid­u­als and they put no lim­its on what the Spir­it might instruct us. Tra­di­tion had no role, insti­tu­tions were for disbelievers.

Mean­while Quak­ers set up Quar­ter­ly and Year­ly Meet­ings to insti­tu­tion­al­ize the sys­tem of elders and dis­ci­pline. This worked for awhile, but it should­n’t be too sur­pris­ing that this human insti­tu­tion even­tu­al­ly broke down. World­li­ness and wealth sep­a­rat­ed the elders from their less well-to-do brethren and new spir­i­tu­al move­ments swept through Quak­er ranks. Divi­sions arose over the eter­nal ques­tion of how to pass along a spir­i­tu­al­i­ty of con­vince­ment in a Soci­ety grown com­fort­able. By the ear­ly 1800s, Philadel­phia elders had became a kind of aris­toc­ra­cy based on birthright and in 1827 they dis­owned two-thirds of their own year­ly meet­ing. The dis­owned major­i­ty nat­u­ral­ly devel­oped a dis­trust of author­i­ty, while the aris­to­crat­ic minor­i­ty even­tu­al­ly real­ized there was no one left to elder.

Over the next cen­tu­ry and a half, suc­ces­sive waves of pop­u­lar reli­gious move­ments washed over Friends. Revival­ism, Deism, Spir­i­tu­al­ism and Pro­gres­sive Uni­tar­i­an­ism all left their mark on Friends in the Nine­teenth Cen­tu­ry. Mod­ern lib­er­al Protes­tantism, Evan­gel­i­cal­ism, New Ageism, and sixties-style rad­i­cal­ism trans­formed the Twen­ti­eth. Each fad lift­ed up a piece of Quak­ers’ orig­i­nal mes­sage but invari­ably added its own incon­gru­ous ele­ments into wor­ship. The Soci­ety grew ever more fractured.

Faced with ever-greater the­o­log­i­cal dis­uni­ty, Friends sim­ply gave up. In the 1950s, the two Philadel­phia Year­ly Meet­ings reunit­ed. It was cel­e­brat­ed as rec­on­cil­i­a­tion. But they could do so only because the role of Quak­er insti­tu­tions had fun­da­men­tal­ly changed. Our cor­po­rate bod­ies no longer even try to take on the role of dis­cern­ing what it means to be a Friend.

We are all Ranters now

Lib­er­al Quak­ers today tend to see their local Meet­ing­house as a place where every­one can believe what they want to believe. The high­est val­ue is giv­en to tol­er­ance and cor­dial­i­ty. Many peo­ple now join Friends because it’s the reli­gion with­out a reli­gion, i.e., it’s a com­mu­ni­ty with the form of a reli­gion but with­out any the­ol­o­gy or expec­ta­tions. We are a proud to be a com­mu­ni­ty of seek­ers. Our com­mon­al­i­ty is in our form and we’re big on silence and meet­ing process.

Is it any won­der that almost every­one today seems to be a hyphen­at­ed Quak­er? We’ve got Catholic-Quakers, Pagan-Quakers, Jewish-Quakers: if you can hyphen­ate it, there’s a Quak­er inter­est group for you. I’m not talk­ing about Friends nour­ished by anoth­er tra­di­tion: we’ve have his­tor­i­cal­ly been graced and con­tin­ue to be graced by con­verts to Quak­erism whose fresh eyes let us see some­thing new about our­selves. No, I’m talk­ing about peo­ple who prac­tice the out­ward form of Quak­erism but look else­where for the­ol­o­gy and inspi­ra­tion. If being a Friend means lit­tle more than show­ing up at Meet­ing once a week, we should­n’t be sur­prised that peo­ple bring a the­ol­o­gy along to fill up the hour. It’s like bring­ing a news­pa­per along for your train com­mute every morning.

But the appear­ance of tol­er­ance and uni­ty comes at a price: it depends on every­one for­ev­er remain­ing a Seek­er. Any­one who wants to fol­low ear­ly Friends’ expe­ri­ence as “Friends of the Truth” risks becomes a Find­er who threat­ens the nego­ti­at­ed truce of the mod­ern Quak­er meet­ing. If we real­ly are a peo­ple of God, we might have to start act­ing that way. We might all have to pray togeth­er in our silence. We might all have to sub­mit our­selves to God’s will. We might all have to wres­tle with each oth­er to artic­u­late a shared belief sys­tem. If we were Find­ers, we might need to define what is unac­cept­able behav­ior for a Friend, i.e., on what grounds we would con­sid­er dis­own­ing a member.

If we became a reli­gious soci­ety of Find­ers, then we’d need to fig­ure out what it means to be a Quaker-Quaker: some­one who’s the­ol­o­gy and prac­tice is Quak­er. We would need to put down those indi­vid­ual news­pa­pers to become a Peo­ple once more. I’m not say­ing we’d be unit­ed all the time. We’d still have dis­agree­ments. Even more, we would once again need to be vig­i­lant against the re-establishment of repres­sive elder­ships. But it seems obvi­ous to me that Truth lies in the bal­ance between author­i­ty and indi­vid­u­al­ism and that it’s each gen­er­a­tion’s task to restore and main­tain that balance.

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Over the years a num­ber of old­er and wis­er Friends have advised me to live by Friends’ prin­ci­ples and to chal­lenge my Meet­ing to live up to those ideals. But in my year serv­ing as co-clerk of a small South Jer­sey Meet­ing, I learned that almost no one else there believed that our busi­ness meet­ings should be led by the real pres­ence of the liv­ing God. I was stuck try­ing to clerk using a mod­el of cor­po­rate decision-making that I alone held. I would like to think those wis­er Friends have more ground­ed Meet­ings. Per­haps they do. But I fear they just are more suc­cess­ful at kid­ding them­selves that there’s more going on than there is. I agree that the Spir­it is every­where and that Christ is work­ing even we don’t rec­og­nize it. But isn’t it the role of a reli­gious com­mu­ni­ty to rec­og­nize and cel­e­brate God’s pres­ence in our lives?

Until Friends can find a way to artic­u­late a shared faith, I will remain a Ranter. I don’t want to be. I long for the over­sight of a com­mu­ni­ty unit­ed in a shared search for Truth. But can any of us be Friends if so many of us are Ranters?


More Reading

For those inter­est­ed, “We all Ranters Now” para­phras­es (birthright Friend) Richard Nixon’s famous quote (semi-misattributed) about the lib­er­al econ­o­mist John May­nard Keynes.

Bill Samuel has an inter­est­ing piece called “Keep­ing the Faith” that address­es the con­cept of Uni­ty and its wax­ing and wan­ing among Friends over the centuries.

Samuel D. Cald­well gave an inter­est­ing lec­ture back in 1997, Quak­er Cul­ture vs. Quak­er Faith. An excerpt: “Quak­er cul­ture and Quak­er faith are… often direct­ly at odds with one anoth­er in Philadel­phia Year­ly Meet­ing today. Although it orig­i­nal­ly derived from and was con­sis­tent with Quak­er faith, con­tem­po­rary Quak­er cul­ture in this Year­ly Meet­ing has evolved into a bor­ing, peev­ish, repres­sive, pet­ty, humor­less, inept, mar­gin­al, and large­ly irrel­e­vant cult that is gen­er­al­ly repug­nant to ordi­nary peo­ple with healthy psy­ches. If we try to pre­serve our Quak­er cul­ture, instead of fol­low­ing the lead­ings of our Quak­er faith, we will most cer­tain­ly be cast out of the King­dom and die.”

I talk a bit more about these issues in Sodi­um Free Friends, which talks about the way we some­times inten­tion­al­ly mis-understand our past and why it mat­ters to engage with it. Some prag­man­tic Friends defend our vague­ness as a way to increase our num­bers. In The Younger Evan­gel­i­cals and the Younger Quak­ers I look at a class of con­tem­po­rary seek­ers who would be recep­tive to a more robust Quak­erism and map out the issues we’d need to look at before we could real­ly wel­come them in.