I love the Quaker Way.  Though perhaps love is not the right word - I 'm not sure we should ever "love" a created thing, and for all its depth and beauty, Quakerism is a created thing.  What I mean to say is that in my understanding of Quaker life I have - somehow, someway, to some extent - come to find God.  One day in early September 1987 I had a mystical experience.  In a state of depression and hopelessness I sat alone in a small woods when suddenly what I can only describe as a Divine…