I loved opening the door to my room at the JW Marriott, having left wet towels in the bathroom and unmade bed and finding clean towels on the shelf and toiletries lined up on a sparkling sink. Dinner in the restaurant (albeit late at night) or breakfast delivered to my door were treats unencumbered by the task of cleaning up.
Even these pleasures wear thin, however. I found myself longing for a dinner prepared by my husband from leftovers or a St. James' pot luck supper. I longed to step outside on my deck at home to have coffee. The gym in the hotel is fully equipped with any cardio machine you could wish for. But I cannot wait to walk around my neighborhood with Cookie or work in the garden.
The work here is intense and important. We meet only once each three years as The Episcopal Church. Eight days of legislative sessions (reduced this GC from 10 days due to financial pressures) sometimes get bogged down by unnecessary testimony. And in the midst of that, crucial issues are decided to direct our work.
Look to this 77th Convention to see that we voted unanimously to change our structure (including how we govern ourselves) to make everything we do support our mission; that we approved resources to be used for blessing same gender unions; and that we dedicated significant funds to the work of justice for those who live in poverty.
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