Home councils always begin the same. We all arrive, everyone sprawled comfortably. Coffee, triple decked sandwiches and huge bowls of questionable soup are dispersed throughout the room.
The first point brought up is as usual, enthusiastically discussed. Whether the topic is new disciples or a new white board, the groundswell of contributions is amazing. Everyone approaches the discussion with the 168 hours since the previous meeting weighing heavily on them.
Once the point has been dissected beyond all recognition, i.e. “so it’s settled then—we’ll make sure to flush the toilets….oh and buy a new whiteboard.” A few people then pipe in with ‘urgent’ but often unrelated comments.
“so we’ll REQUIRE everyone to flush the toilets.”
“Yes and buy a new white board.”“I prefer to eat curry once a week only.”
“Yeah me too….you’re in charge of getting the new whiteboard right?”
“The new what?”
And so on. At last the meeting chairman calls an end to the merry-go-around and everyone slowly disembarks, dizzy and less than enchanted with the remainder of the rides.
The meeting continues in this vein. Each point is brought to discussion, and each time a volley of comments ensue, with the chairman frantically trying to keep things in order, similar to unleashing a jar of fireflies in the garden—so easy to let out, so hard to put back.
The wheels of home council spin on, and the hours fly by. People begin to fidget in their seats, and the quick bathroom breaks become more and more frequent. Women look wistfully at the nearest exercise nook, and men stare longingly in the direction of the kitchen. You can almost see the images of dinner dancing through their eyes. At last the meeting ends and fervent (albeit A- frame) hugs are delivered. Each leave with the firm conviction to limit the time spent wandering on to other subjects. But alas...the 168 hours will fly between them and this resolution and all hands will be raised to talk at the next meeting.
The first point brought up is as usual, enthusiastically discussed. Whether the topic is new disciples or a new white board, the groundswell of contributions is amazing. Everyone approaches the discussion with the 168 hours since the previous meeting weighing heavily on them.
Once the point has been dissected beyond all recognition, i.e. “so it’s settled then—we’ll make sure to flush the toilets….oh and buy a new whiteboard.” A few people then pipe in with ‘urgent’ but often unrelated comments.
“so we’ll REQUIRE everyone to flush the toilets.”
“Yes and buy a new white board.”“I prefer to eat curry once a week only.”
“Yeah me too….you’re in charge of getting the new whiteboard right?”
“The new what?”
And so on. At last the meeting chairman calls an end to the merry-go-around and everyone slowly disembarks, dizzy and less than enchanted with the remainder of the rides.
The meeting continues in this vein. Each point is brought to discussion, and each time a volley of comments ensue, with the chairman frantically trying to keep things in order, similar to unleashing a jar of fireflies in the garden—so easy to let out, so hard to put back.
The wheels of home council spin on, and the hours fly by. People begin to fidget in their seats, and the quick bathroom breaks become more and more frequent. Women look wistfully at the nearest exercise nook, and men stare longingly in the direction of the kitchen. You can almost see the images of dinner dancing through their eyes. At last the meeting ends and fervent (albeit A- frame) hugs are delivered. Each leave with the firm conviction to limit the time spent wandering on to other subjects. But alas...the 168 hours will fly between them and this resolution and all hands will be raised to talk at the next meeting.
(disclaimer: This was JUST a random bit of foolishness that i wrote at the end of one particularly long HC meeting. no harm intended. :))
3 comments:
yes, happy. good read!
LOL! Sounds similar to my HC's mtngs, but we don't hv ours b4 dinner, TG.
reminds me of when I was moderator for the ED meeting for one day. Everyone decided to talk out of turn LOL!!! sounds familiar, without all those merry-fo-round, never-ending topics, HC would just never be the same.
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