I grew up in Denmark as a Lutheran and my lovely mother was a regular church goer so it was a natural environment for me. As I became an adult I slipped a bit - too busy to keep up with going to church.
Eventually I ended up in Withyham and I was very attached to the church there. It happens to be very beautiful - the twins were baptised and confirmed there.
After 21 years we moved to Crowborough and my local church was All Saints which is near to my home. It was busy - a lot of music - so it should have been just the right place for me but I never felt
comfortable there.
The vicar was actually very charismatic but his view of Christianity was miles away from mine. He refused to bless a newly married couple because the wife was divorced (no fault of hers) and she actually worked as a youth leader at the church.
Then the war in Iraq broke out - I had done everything in my power to stop it (demonstrations etc) and walked down to the church on a Sunday morning in absolute despair and the war was not mentioned.
That was the last straw! I called up my Quaker Friend, Henry Bernstein, who had told me for years that I really was a Quaker. At that time Henry was an Elder at TW and I went with him to the meeting
the following Sunday and never looked back.
I had found my spiritual home and I am very grateful.
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