That's a Quaker institution: a group of us meet at someone's house for a meal with considerable hilarity, then a discussion re the shape of the meeting for worship. Last night we were at McIntosh: 3 of us from Ocala and 5 from Gainesville. The temporary 'clerk' had a pamphlet by a British Quaker re great secularism in the British meetings and his conversion from agnosticism.
This was a mountain top experience for me as usual. We discussed various rituals of conventional churches and our particular meeting. One lady spoke of attending a (yankee, I think) meeting where extensive singing had broken out.
At home I fell into a deep sleep through the night, broken at some point by a dream (vision?) of unusual proportions:
We had gone to the regular weekly meeting expecting to see the few usual familiar faces. Instead there was a sea of faces, with virtually every seat occupied: who were these people? Strangers for the most part, with hardly a familiar face in the crowd.
We found seats and entered the silence. Suddenly there was an outbreak of choral music- it sounded like the celestial choir. And then movement, if not dancing then some sort of corporate movement, maybe like all forward, and then back into their seats.
I couldn't wait for the meeting to end, to find out who all these people were. At the rise of meeting I saw only the old familiar faces.
Who WERE these people??