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"For as to the spiritual direction of my soul, I think that God himself has taken it in hand from the start and still looks after it."--Simone Weil, from Waiting for GodMy Faith and My Spiritual Mentoring MinistryA fundamental fact of my spirituality is my Conservative Quaker faith(1). I do not require that people I mentor be Quakers, and I have no desire or intention to convert anyone to Quakerism. However, I cannot escape my religious convictions and experiences. They have led me to accept the following truths.
Quakerism is an experiential religion. I know God in the ways I experience God. You know God in the ways you experience God. God casts the widest possible net. When we seek the Truth, what we find is God. While I believe the goal of the spiritual mentoring relationship is to release the person from that relationship, I also believe that once we have forged a spiritual mentoring relationship, that this relationship lasts forever, even after we stop meeting on a regular basis. It is always possible to return to regularly meeting, if new issues arise and we both feel clear to proceed. I do not believe that I am necessarily called to be a spiritual nurturer to every person who requests it. I provide spiritual mentoring as the Spirit guides, and cannot mentor those I feel I am not supposed to. I do not accept payment for my spiritual mentoring. It is a ministry given freely by God and so I must, in due humility, return it as a free gift to my community.
--Clement of Alexandria
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OH Friends! Do not Dye from the Good through the Wantonness of the fleshly Lusts, neither be choked with the Cares of this Life, nor fear the Shearers, neither let the Heat scorch your green Blade; but dwell under the Shadow of the Almighty, who will shade you from the Heat and Cold. Neither be cumbred nor surfeited with the Riches of this World, nor bound, nor straitned with them, nor married to them; but be free and loose from them, and be married to the Lord.
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