“This group of people in this room will never be together exactly like this again—we’re making something.”
We’d gathered in the sanctuary or All Angels’ Church on New York City’s Upper West Side where the conference was taking place. Audrey sat at the piano, sharing freely about her creative process, her faith story—pretty much everything.
I don’t remember what question or comment prompted this statement from her, but I immediately scrawled it down in my notebook.
What a thought. Imagine if we let it shape every church service, every shared meal, every everything we share with other people.
Imagine if we looked at our times together as precious times of making—as given spaces to co-create with our fellow co-creators, ones made to make with our Maker.