There were no fire alarms.
There was a modicum of listening, and there were a few flashes of insight about my own call.
There was the joy of seeing my son interacting with other young people who are part of the United Church of Christ congregations in Maine, kids he met at camp this past summer, kids who urged him to get more involved, kids who hugged him and included him.
There was spinach in the salad at dinner. What the fireplace?
There were controversial resolutions and more straightforward ones, too. And while there were those inevitable mind-numbing twists of parliamentary procedure, there is pride at being a member of the Maine Conference of the United Church of Christ, a body whose Annual Meeting voted to decry torture, to be a Fair Trade/Fairly Traded Conference and to bring the message about fairly traded coffee back to our congregations, and, most importantly, voted to work together for the quality and equality of marriage.
Can I get an Amen?