‘Freedom!’ cried the young lad triumphantly, as he barrelled past me out of Meeting, like a cork out of a popgun. I happened to be doorkeeper that particular Sunday when, for the first time in decades, our Meeting had been blessed by the presence of children. As I walked towards reopening the door to go into Meeting, I was almost bowled over by a stream of joyous youngsters! What a blessing! Our Meeting has recently been transformed by Quaker Quest – quadrupled in numbers, and now, owing to the hard work of a number of Friends, the delights of children!

Freedom for him was leaving what must have seemed like a stuffy old room. I was forcefully struck by the realisation that my position was exactly the opposite – freedom for me came from entering it. I remember going to my first Quaker Meeting aged three or four – little did I think then that seventy years later, I would delight by going back in.

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