Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
When I got my driver's license, someone gave me this piece of advice: Remember that you're handling something that is as much a weapon as it is a convenience. At the time, I considered it an inconvenient truth. Yet, nowhere have I valued that advice more than getting on or off a highway. Unlike some drivers, I offer a signal of my intention, slow or speed up to accomodate the flow of traffic, and, most significantly, merge, not blend, with the other cars.
As Quakers on our way to uniting with "that of God in everyone", a piece of advice: first, embrace our calling to travel the high-way, though as a weighty force for truth; secondly, signal your intention and/or apprehension about uniting with others; thirdly, go with the flow moving forward, not stopping; and lastly, merge, don't blend in and risk a crash.
When I ask that we don't blend in, I'm not thinking of going back to distinctive dress and language, but going forward with our counter-cultural testimonies. For on the highway of life, Quakers can be "the bomb" without putting ourselves and others in danger of confusion, if not outright spiritual peril.