Yesterday I attended the funeral mass for a dear friend who was an Episcopalian Bishop and writer of lyrics of hymns of praise. The rituals of worship, gratitude and inspiration at Hartford's Christ Church Cathedral, home to a parish going back to 1762, were ancient, beautiful, and eloquent.
We Quakers have rituals, too. We don't have processions, vestments, holy communion, smoke, music, or choirs. We sit here in our quiet, different way of worshipping, and seeking a deeper relationship with, and commitment to, that of God within ourselves, each other, and people everywhere.
Ultimately, though, as expressed by a holy person of yet another faith, Baba Ram Dass, "we're all just walking each other home."
