'I don't envy you, Sean,' I thought as he tried to call the group to attention. 'Good luck with this one.'
And soon it kicked off.
I - and no doubt others - prayed quietly for peace, for those present to hear something of the message of Jesus, that we all need to hear so much.
Then God turned up in an unlikely disguise.
Kate spoke. Her words screamed honesty and rawness, hurt and loss, desperate struggle and pain. And victory, tiny and incomplete but a beginning.
In amongst the foul-mouthed arguments and the aggression God whispered, 'I came to bind the broken-hearted.'
Our God is awesome.