Irritants to beauty

It was hard to get our Quaker meeting started on Sunday. A high pitched sound from the alarm system pervaded the room. I seem to be deaf to that high frequency as I heard nothing and was wondering why people kept getting up and appeared generally frantic about solving a problem I knew nothing about. I found out later about the sound once everyone had given up to change the conditions of our Sunday worship.

If you believe everything happens for a reason you would have been right. The noise interference made for some wonderful messages about trying to keep the external environment under control when you cannot and the role of irritants in creating something of beauty. The pearl and the sand grain in the oyster came to mind, as did the crab grass that keeps growing in our yard (squint and you can appreciate its beautiful lust green color).

Out of the irritants came a wonderful meeting with the spontaneous singing of a round that sounded to me like the four part harmony songs that South(ern) Africans are so good at.

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