Jez Smith in the desert with footprints in the sand behind him.

Why? How? Jez Smith

Why I am a Quaker, how I am a Quaker by Jez Smith It is a balmy¬†summers day and a gentle breeze is blowing outside. The windows to the Meeting house are open and the faint hum of traffic can be heard. An occasional plane passes overhead. A blackbird is singing nearby. I have my…