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Meeting for worship this morning: forty minutes of silence, one sentence of ministry, a wasp at the window. It was enough. Holding all of you in the Light this week.

One kind of truth

Quakers have declined to swear oaths for more than three centuries, on the strength of 'let your yea be yea, and your nay, nay.' The reasoning is simple: swearing to tell the truth on special occasions implies a lower standard the rest of the time. So when I was a witness in a small claims case last month, I affirmed instead. The clerk didn't blink. But I've been thinking about it since. Plain speech isn't about being blunt, or about thee and thou (I only use those with my sister, mostly to annoy her). It's about having one kind of truth, for the courtroom and the garden gate and the email to the plumber. I fail at it daily. 'Fine, thanks' is my most frequent untruth. But I'm practising.

Someone asked what Quakers do in all that silence. Mostly we wait, and not for anything in particular. Some weeks the waiting is the answer.