Not a lot of people know this about me, but for an entire term (three months) I attended a Quaker college. To answer you first question, yes, the did sell Quaker oats at the school bookstore (in snack bar form). To answer your second question, because I was looking for a small private Christian school and my parents wouldn't let me go to Azusa Pacific in California.This was in the news yesterday.
...many British Quakers feel it is wrong to exclude a religious commitment from civil partnerships and want the right to marriage extended to same-sex couples too.The Quakers has welcomed same-sex unions for more than two decades, allowing local groups to celebrate same-sex commitments through special acts of worship.
So to all those people out there shouting about how marriage equality will infringe on their religious freedoms, take a look at the timber in your eye (that's a biblical reference) and see that YOU are the one trampling on someone else's religious freedoms.
Well, I guess I can stop feeling embarrassed (maybe not quite yet) about my formative years. Now I'm wondering if the college I went to will reconsider that ban on being seen at gay bars? Probably not since they still have that ban on smoking, drinking and dancing in public. But it's a start.
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very cool of them. I think I'm going to eat some oatmeal just because.
Oh boy, had I only been living here in the area when you were at GF....I'd have shown you a good time.
Yeah! GO QUAKERS!!!
I was going to make a reference to the Kevin Bacon movie I'm totally blanking on at the moment. And, damn, there went the joke too.
I always knew those Quakers were cool! Thanks for letting me know how cool.
This doesn't surprise me too much, but then again my grandmother (the one you met) is both a Quaker and a member of P-FLAG so it makes sense.
(I'm not Christian but I quite like the quakers. A faith that seems to be a little more based on a PERSONAL relationship with god instead of a guy up front reading out what you should believe makes so much more sense to me, and I guess would lead to a more open mind.)
I had NO idea you had gone to George Fox. That's where my niece and Travis, the "bridesman" from her wedding, did their graduate work. They're pretty close-minded still in that it was basically a "don't ask, don't tell" policy with Travis and his relationship with his husband.
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