Blob Thing has more to tell you about his sister. He is looking forward to going on some adventures with her soon too and they can have fun together exploring and experiencing all the good things that they can find.
But today and tomorrow he wants to tell you about somewhere he visited last month with his person. He must have quite liked it - he's been back again,
It was a Sunday morning. Blob's person used to go to church every Sunday. Sometimes she would go several times, to several different churches. She was quite enthusiastic about it all. When she moved to Newcastle she had been a faithful Catholic and would go to Mass every Sunday morning - and sometimes on a Saturday evening too though that wasn't compulsory. She would never miss that Sunday Mass without good reason. Oh yes, she knew the rules too well. She knew that the threat of Hell hung over her if she missed that Mass. What if she were to die between missing Mass and receiving sacramental absolution through the Sacrament of Confession? What then? She would be doomed. The rules of the Roman Catholic Church said so even though some Catholics tried to pretend otherwise. Blob's person hadn't minded because, for a time, she had loved being at Mass. She even went to Mass during the week. Sometimes every single day. And at home she would pray and pray and pray and read Catholic books and the Catholic faith was her safe space.
But that all changed and much to her surprise she left the Catholic Church. And joined another church. Half an hour later. She was liked there and it wasn't long before she was given responsibilities. To lead liturgy. To preach sermons. But that came to an end too when she told the world about her being transgender. An ordained minister of the Church of England told her this: "I'm sure you will agree that it would be inappropriate for you to continue to preach or lead anything in case anyone is ever worried." Those were the exact words. It made Blob's person very sad indeed. Sad enough to leave the church. They were happy to have her preach when she was still pretending to be a man. They loved her sermons and she had been told quite a few times by people that they thought she was the best preacher in the place. But now she was living honestly, they didn't want her. Oh yes, she could sit in a pew and be told she was loved. But love and rejection don't go together too well.
Blob's person had explored other churches. She had been visiting them even when she was preaching and now she visited lots. She settled in one of them too. It was a place of love and acceptance. The kind of love that is actually love. That became her spiritual home for a while until she took the step of leaving it at the beginning of Lent this year. Blob was proud of her for that. It was a big step towards freedom and towards becoming fully herself. He knows it was hard for her to leave because church and God and Christianity were the core of her life for twenty-five years. They were her main reason for getting up in the morning. They were the source of her hope and the meaning she gave to everything. Quitting meant all of that was gone. The core was removed. And as Blob knows, without the core the warp engines won't go.
On this Sunday, Blob's person had decided to go back and visit one of the places she had explored already. She invited Blob Thing to come with her and see the place. She told him that he would be fine. Where they were going was also a place of love and acceptance. It was a place filled with people who like to seek peace, social justice, inclusion and who can usually disagree about the details of a spiritual journey. Blob agreed to attend after he was reassured that nobody would be trying to convert him and nobody there would ever warn him about the dangers of Hell if he didn't go. Nobody would say that their way was the only way and that anyone who didn't follow it was doomed. They wouldn't even say that their way was the best way, that they were closer to some form of sky god than the outsiders.
There would be people there who had a strong, quite conservative Christian faith. And there would be others who didn't believe in the sky god at all. There might be a Buddhist, a Sufi, and there would be people who meditate in different ways. Lots of variety. Blob decided that it might be safe to be among such people. He quite liked the sound of them.
So Blob and his person set out and walked to the place where the people met. Here it is.
Blob spent a moment reading the sign. Quakers. Blob wasn't sure he wanted to do any Quaking. He thought it a very strange name. Blob's person told him that the word came about when the King of England insulted someone in the early days of the movement. She also said that around the world there were lots of different kinds of Quaker. Most of them have services that include singing and a kind of sermon based on the Bible. But the ones here wouldn't be doing anything like that. He would just have to see for himself what would happen.
Blob and his person were greeted at the door. Everyone was smiling and very welcoming. Perhaps the sign was true when it said "All welcome." Perhaps everyone would be welcomed there and seen as equally wonderful too. Lots of churches had signs up claiming that everyone was welcome there but in many of them Blob knew that you weren't really encouraged to be yourself. You were encouraged only to conform and to be a sheep - and not a sheep living free in the fields either, cared for and encouraged to be the best sheep possible, but a sheep in a tiny pen in a dark barn, constrained in the way you were told to live.
Blob's person took him upstairs to where the main meeting room is. It felt peaceful and all the chairs were arranged in a circle round a central table. Blob Thing sat himself on the table for a while before deciding where he wanted to sit for the service. Blob's Person told him that she had a copy of the book on the table and that there was much in it that he would enjoy reading. She had picked up a little book at the bottom of the stairs. It was called "Advices and Queries" and contained chapter one of the book on the table.
Blob sat down and waited for the service to start. People kept coming into the room and sitting down and nobody was talking. And then someone came in and shut the door. But still nobody spoke. Nobody introduced a service. Nobody started to sing or said a prayer or did anything else. They just sat in quiet.
Blob didn't quite know what to do. What was happening? Were people enjoying this and what were they all thinking about? He hadn't realised that anything with the word "religious" in the name might have a meeting like this. His person made signs and opened up Advices and Queries for him and that told him what he wanted to know about what was going on. He stopped reading and settled into Quaker worship. Blob likes it that everyone there is called to expectant waiting and that there is a belief that Spirit will speak in the heart of each person. He likes that anyone can stand up and speak. Certainly the "gathered stillness" he had just been reading about seemed to be evident. During the whole meeting only three people spoke at all. And none of them spoke for more than a minute.
Blob's person told him that when he had been reading her eyes fell on two words and they stayed with her through that meeting and - as we're typing this - she's told him that the words stay with her still and she wants to write about them one day. Blob Thing says that she shouldn't say what the words were here. It's his blog and he's already allowed too much talk about his person for one day. He didn't mind including it. Blob and his person have talked about faith quite a lot and her story interests him. It's the story that led up to today. It's the story that led up to her life including Blob in such a meaningful manner.
After the meeting there were some announcements and then a piece of art was unveiled. Blob Thing thought it was beautiful. Everyone in the meeting some months before had been asked to write words to describe their experiences of Quaker worship and of being a Quaker - a Friend - or someone who spends time with them. The words were all printed onto crayons and made into this wonderful colour wheel.
It's lovely. Blob wanted his person to take lots of pictures. And when they went back a month later he wanted her to take lots more pictures. She will blog about them one day, just as she blogged about her very first visit to the Quakers. Blob Thing thinks it's funny. He's blogging about his first visit. And she did too. He wonders how many other people have written about their first visits.
Blob Thing sat himself down on the table again. It had been a marvellous meeting. He had enjoyed it and he hadn't been forced to listen to a sermon either. Nobody had told him what to believe or how his spiritual life should develop. He was happy that he had worshiped with Quakers that morning.
It wasn't over either. During the announcements someone had said that downstairs there would be a lunch available. Blob decided he wanted to stay for lunch. To spend a little more time with these people. It had been nice to sit in silence with them. Now he would get the chance to meet them properly. He was looking forward to it and wants to tell you about what happened. Tomorrow. Not today.
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