It's been a quiet week at Festival of Homies.* Inner Dorothy, I-4Grace, Cheesehead and I had a late supper last night at a swinging restaurant.
We got back late to the Good Hotel. By this morning, everyone flew home except me.
Homies provides great worship and powerful preachers. You should go next year.
The preaching blew me away. Worship was a mixed bag because some of us are thrilled by laptops on the Communion Table and others are not. I wish you could hear 1600 preachers singing hymns or see Lilly Lewin as she read the St. Patrick's Breastplate prayer.
I think of Merrily Watkins in the Phil Rickman books when I hear St. Pat's prayer because Merrily says it as she prepares to enter a scary place.
I'll be home with my people tonight. I am homesick. I miss my people.
Thinking of you,
*Not really quiet. I made that up.