Part of a message given at Durham Friends Meeting, December 12, 2021
Alice, by Kitsie Hildebrandt
Alice started joining our worship as an old lady.
She was a neighbor of Muriel Marston
And that was more that good enough for me, for us at Durham Meeting.
She always wore a well-worn acrylic cardigan, and was lovely.
She became a regular.
One Sunday she stood, and started to speak.
(She had not spoken out of the silent worship before.)
I didn’t know she could speak another language, when
Suddenly it struck me that she was speaking in tongues.
At a Quaker Meeting, imagine that.
And it was beautiful,
Heartfelt, sincere, fervent, pleading.
As she spoke
I felt my judgment fade away; I was able to give over
And my heart grew.
I experienced God speaking
To me, to everyone there.
I longed to hear her again, and I did.
I have shared this experience with others.
They usually frown, blink, and do that thing with their head.
As if to say, “How can that be, in a Quaker Meeting?”
I want to say, “Well. I guess you had to be there.”