The One No One Gets

This coming Sunday is Trinity Sunday.

As far as liturgical holidays go, it's right up there in everyone's minds with National Take Your Houseplant for a Walk Day and National Lost Sock Memorial Day (and yes, those are real).

Most pastors do everything in their power to avidly avoid the Trinity. Like the plague. Why?

Because not only do most congregation members no understand it. Most pastors don't either.

Fortunately for you (or unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint), y'all managed to find a pastor who absolutely loves the Trinity. I mean, come on - a symbol for the Triune God is permanently etched on my body.

I did not do this until I was thirty-six and I had spent years thinking about it before I did. I honestly thought it would be the only one I ever got. And I chose it over a cross because of what it represents.

Our God - as Augustine described it, the Lover, Beloved, and the Love that unites them - is perfect communion. Perfect community. Made up of three distinct persons with different roles to play in harmony with one another. Or as the late Rachel Held Evans put it, "God is like three dancers, graceful and prescise. They move to the same music in very different ways, showcasing all God's elegance and rhythm in your life.

And it is in that image that we are made: to be loved and to love.

So, come to worship on Sunday. Maybe an inkling of who our God is will start to make sense.

Blessings,

Rev. Janie