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Today, and tomorrow, I am a delegate to the last-ever Tennessee Annual Conference of the United Methodist Church. Normally, the conference is held in person, but for Obvious Reasons, it was held online last year and is being held online again this year — the only two years I’ve been a voting delegate.
I have been to in-person conferences in the past; in fact, I was the first lay speaker ever to preach a mini-sermon at one past annual conference. But what I attended in the past were the worship-heavy evening sessions, not the business sessions held during the day.
I was asked to be an at-large delegate for the Stones River District last year, and they asked me again this year. Then, a few weeks later, they asked me to take a leadership position in the Stones River District. That new position only becomes official when they vote on appointments during this week’s conference.
Except for one session this morning which was just for ordained clergy, the conference took place this afternoon and will continue tomorrow morning. I could have taken two half-days off work, but because of several other things going on I decided to make a long weekend of it — taking Thursday, Friday and Monday as vacation days. (I have a doctor’s appointment Monday…
