Even though I grew up in the Quaker tradition, I don’t think I was a very good Quaker. But I was also not a bad Quaker. In retrospect I probably would say in most ways I simply was not a Quaker. I was a normal, middle class farm kid whose parents went to church like most of the families I knew. “Going to church” in my case, meant going to Quaker meeting, as we called it. If that is what you do every Sunday, it is easy to assume that is normal! If I had gone to a Methodist church or a Catholic church, I would have claimed that as my identity: I would have been Methodist or Catholic. In all likelihood I would not have been any better at being Methodist or Catholic than I was at being Quaker. Going to church was what people did. But that did not make it important or, even, relevant in my life. After all, I was clear that basketball and girls were more important and, certainly, more relevant! Things began ...