Back in 2007, I had just been ordained two weeks when I went down to Virginia to assist at my nephew’s wedding—my first as a deacon. It was the weekend of Trinity Sunday. I chatted with the pastor during the rehearsal. He was irked. “I screwed up the dates,” he said. “I always try to schedule my vacation around Trinity Sunday, so I don’t have to preach it, but I messed up and now I have to do it tomorrow.”
I had to preach that weekend, too—in fact, my pastor asked if I’d do all four Sunday Masses. While a lot of preachers dread this particular Sunday—it’s laden with landmines of heresy just waiting to explode in the pulpit—I enjoy the challenge of it. I usually try to steer clear of too much heady theology (which I never grasp, anyway) and speak about things that are relatable and real.
To see what I’m talking about, check out my first Trinity Sunday homily, which Aleteia has graciously reposted here. I love the first reading, about Wisdom playing on the earth from the beginning of time—and it gave me another way of looking at this great feast.
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