The certified letter demanded attendance at a meeting, their time and their location.
Since the time of the letter, many appeals were made to cancel this meeting and to deal with things privately. Legal counsel advised attendance if the meeting occurred. Until hours before the meeting, we were hopeful it would be cancelled. It wasn’t.
Dark August thunderclouds built up in the west and the north. It was ironic that they closed in ominously as the hour of the meeting drew near.
Arriving at the CLB – Cultic Little Building – I was a little surprised to find the exiles gathered on the sidewalk. They were on the sidewalk because entry to the building was barricaded with a conference table across the entrance.
A trio of their leaders sat inside behind the table with papers that required the signatures of the exiles.
They sat there as their former family stood in the lightening and then a downpour attempting to fill out the necessary paperwork.
People held makeshift writing surfaces for one another and attempted to use jackets as umbrellas which became somewhat futile in the wind and rain.
One by one, people now disheveled by the downpour returned their soggy papers to the table. Within 15 minutes the wet crowd was dispersed.
15 minutes of storm and darkness.
And then the sun shone brightly, revealing a brilliant rainbow in the sky.