Habitual Religion
A once-large and bustling rural Quaker meeting began to decline as the area’s young people moved to the cities. The membership grew older and fewer, until one Sunday morning, when a visitor came and found the meeting-house open but empty.
The visitor walked up the long aisle, sat down in the front row, and settled into silence. Soon she heard the door open behind her, and footsteps echoed their way up the aisle. Then there was a tap on her shoulder. “Excuse me, Friend,” said a quavering voice, “but thee is sitting in my seat.”
From: Quakers Are Funny, by Chuck Fager.
Categories: Humor, Meditation