The doorkeeper rota comes round about four times a year at Blackheath Meeting, writes Elizabeth Angas. I love greeting people with a handshake and a smile, adjusting these appropriately for each individual concerned. It means continuing to stay at the front entrance after Meeting has begun, so one can let in latecomers.

Then, having taken my ‘reserved’ seat just inside the Meeting room, I still have to remain alert. There is a light to watch for, indicating that the outside bell has been rung. This means one is unable to settle down into Meeting with closed eyes. How to overcome the feeling that I am not part of the ‘centring down’ being experienced by everyone else? How to still tune into the Holy Spirit so that I become a channel for that healing and creative power?

I have solved this dilemma. I concentrate wholly on the light bulb. It becomes my metaphor for the Light.

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