Unbeknownst to Beloved and me, while we were at Yearly Meeting, our daughter was in the hospital with a kidney infection, which she couldn't tell us about because we had neglected to clarify that our cell doesn't take messages. We don't leave it on as a rule because it's one of those "Use only for roadside emergency" plans. And the in-room phones were incomprehensible; so we called her as soon as we got to a motel and only then, after she had got home from death's door, did we hear from her weak voice what had occurred. Her boyfriend is taking care of her, else we would have cut short our trip and run home. Might yet. At least now she has our number.
Yearly is over and we are now at Friends General Conference in the same place. It's huge, there being over 1500 Friends here from almost every state, as well as Canada and many other countries. My own interest is in the tongue-twisting FLGBTQC, Friends for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Queer Concerns. This comes close to being the most LGBTQ people I've been with in the same room, and as community that gathers twice yearly somewhere around the United States to worship and conduct Friends business together, much like a Quarterly Meeting in tone, the unprogrammed worship experience is very concentrated and intense.
In the room was a young sound man, working for the Protestant university that is our hosting site, and what he must have felt, or thought, while over a hundred of us sang "How Great Thou Art," I can't imagine.
I'm already ready for bed, very tired after a long and very interesting day. It's only eight o'clock or so.