Trinity Sunday

Today is Trinity Sunday.  The day when all regular preachers try to find or draft a seminarian or deacon or guest preacher to fill the pulpit.  Because, really, once you get past "Three in One and One in Three," or, "I am He and He is Me and We are All Together," one generally begins to wander off into heresy-land -- The more you talk, the more trouble you get into.

Today also happens to be Memorial Day weekend.  For some, that means the annual White Sale at JC Penney.  For others, it means a day off from work, a chance to bbq with the family and throw lawn darts at each other.  And for many others, it's a day to remember those who have gone before us in so many ways.

For the Ref Trinity -- The Kid, Mrs. Ref and myself -- it means all of the above (with the exception of the white sale thing).

We managed to get away from it all and head to the beach this weekend.  So, after a few years of trying, I finally managed to get my deacon in the pulpit.  It means we will be spending time with another congregation doing something we rarely get to do -- sit together in the same pew.  We won't be bbq-ing or throwing lawn darts at each other, but we will find a place to eat crab, shrimp and other oceanic delectables, take a walk, collect rocks, and generally relax.

Today is Trinity Sunday, the day when we focus on the holy relationship of the Triune Godhead bound in love.  And the best place to celebrate that is at the beach.

Blessings