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Personal Narrative: Storrs Friends Meeting House

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I arrived at the address and pulled into the driveway of what looked like a residence, it was a small yellow house, with a sign on the side of the building that read, “Storrs Friends Meeting House.” There were no religious symbols or elaborate stained glass windows, which are things I would ordinarily use as indicators of a place of worship. After I parked, I walked into the building and entered the front hall, through the main door, which also had a homey feel to it. I was looking at a big window that faced a yard and a swing set, which I assumed was for the children of the Friends’ community. In front of the window there were four armchairs circling an ottoman, resembling a sitting area. To my right I noticed a set of somewhat large double …show more content…

By the end of the meeting there were twenty-five people sitting, facing each other in silence. After an hour, the shaking of hands finally broke the stillness. Then a man stood up and provided everyone with the opportunity to share joys, concerns, and announcements. After about another twenty minutes the meeting was adjourned to fellowship. We walked across the hall to the library where there was some cheese and crackers. The library contained a wall of books that pertained to the Quaker religion, but there were no scriptures. Many people came up to me to talk to me about their religion, and asked if I had any questions. One man explained to me that the idea of the meeting is to sit in the room with the Divine and feel His energy moving through your body. He also explained that Quakers were a Christian mythic branch and shared the same basic beliefs as Christians, with the exception of scriptures or rituals. The community of friends was extremely kind and welcoming and I enjoyed the hospitality …show more content…

Therefore, before I arrived that Sunday I did attempt to mentally prepare myself for what was ahead. Though I knew what the meeting entailed it was still quite challenging to focus my thoughts for an hour without former practice. Though I tried to think about specific topics and succeeded in my concentration a handful of times my mind frequently wandered. I found myself opening my eyes to see who was moving or walking in the door, and gazing around the room contemplating its set up. When my eyes were closed, which was most of the time, my mind would turn its focus to the weight of my head on my neck and how extremely heavy and awkward it felt. The experience was very eye opening and extremely personal. Seeing where my mind went in an hour of silence showed me what my thoughts are drawn to and how long I can sit still with no real active stimulation before I get restless. I don’t feel that my experience was all that spiritual though. At times during the hour I did pray and focus on the energy and presence of God, but it wasn’t extremely moving. I feel that for my first time, my body and mind were just trying to understand and adjust to the process. I realized how focused and trained your mind must have to be to stay engrossed in the meeting with no visual or auditory reminders of your purpose there. I believe that if I revisit the meeting I

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