I have now returned from my month-long string of conferences. First CREDO in north-central Florida, then General Convention in Salt Lake City. Both amazing, both exhausting in their own ways.
(Though–a protip–there’s really no better way to head into the onslaught of stress that is General Convention than a good CREDO. But the bliss from your massage will disappear by day 3.)
I tweeted a lot, as you may have noticed. Unlike last Convention, the House of Twitter was quite full this year, and we had a great time together watching the livestream from home, or commenting on legislation from the floor from the Alternates Paddock. This was especially helpful on days when we waded into the parliamentary weeds for 45 minutes at a time.
I also wrote some things, though not for the blog. I mentioned in the last post that I would be writing for Deputy News, and indeed I did. Here is what I wrote (in reverse chronological order, to keep you on your toes!):
I believe: On how the Episcopal Church is overcoming its crisis of confidence. And also about the Book of Mormon.
Hanging out in #gc78: On how the Twitter community formed during Convention. Also the likelihood of a robot takeover.
Then I’ll Sing, ‘Cause I’ll know : On witnessing a history-making week, and why everyone should listen to Nina Simone
A day in the life: Praying to lose control: On the Acts8 evening prayer service, and listening to the WeMo teens talk about resurrection
General Convention and Episcopal Jeopardy!: On the process of hearing from the Presiding Bishop candidates, and the whimsical nature of gameshows (NB: a deputy came up to me after this was published and critiqued my Jeopardy metaphor, with great seriousness. He argued that it should be Bingo, as any game aficionado would know. So, kindly consider the Jeopardy metaphor redacted.)
A Day in the Life: Megan is a Guinea Pig: On the triumphs of being a legislative aide, and how we should all respect the spirituality of Hermes from Futurama.
Avengers, Pandas descend on Salt Lake City: On the resemblance of Episcopalians to both the Avengers and pandas.
I wrote a lot during Convention (I’m just now realizing) and one of the weirdest and best parts of the experience for me was having person after person approach me, shake my hand, and say that they read my tweets, or read my articles.
I forget that people read this, or that anyone outside of my parents and one or two very dedicated sermon fans read this.
So, thank you again for reading. You are amazing and wonderful and a delight to write for!
Thank you for writing, and please don’t stop.