All around the country today preachers are doing the most complicated linguistic gymnastics to try to keep from committing heresy as they “explain” the Trinity. They will fail.
God is big. Whether or not God is infinitely big is an item of debate among theologians but we can safely say that the God who created a (possibly) infinite universe is big enough to be incomprehensible.
And we can do all the mental gymnastics we want trying to understand that God, to explain that God (three in one, one in three is the sort of impossible math that almost makes sense at these scales) but in the end we will fail. We will fail because God is quite simply too beyond us to grasp.
Our ancient ancestors had figured that out when Psalm 8 was written. They had figured out that God made the complexity and diversity of creation look like a children’s board game and yet.
For some reason we don’t know, that God, beyond everything, gives a damn about us.
Billions upon billions of years. Billions upon billions of stars, planets, moons. Almost certainly near infinite varieties of life and ways of being alive in this universe and God cares about you and I. Infinitely small dots on a spec of a planet, around an “unregarded yellow sun.” (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.)
When we thought the whole of the universe was our world, and a couple light sources orbiting around it God’s regard for us still didn’t make logical sense. Now we modern humans can peer into the furthest reaches of the galaxy, can literally look back in time with our telescopes. And yet still we have experienced this God, beyond anything we can imagine, and close as our own skin; who cares about us.
When I was doing my chaplaincy training the wise nun who was my mentor looked me in the eye and said: remember, you aren’t going out there to bring God to people. God will already be at every bedside, in every room, with every patient and doctor and nurse. Your job is to go and bear witness.
Trinity Sunday is our reminder: the God who set the orbits of the celestial bodies, who shaped the mountains, who puzzled the shape of an atom and did the math for this universe cares about you and I.
That God. That God loves you more than you can possibly imagine and nothing you do can make God love you one bit more, or one bit less. I know, the math doesn’t make any sense it doesn’t have to. We don’t have to get it.
Trinity Sunday reminds us that Grace isn’t about us. We don’t have to believe the right thing (we’ll never be exactly right), we don’t have to do the right thing (we will fail), God has us. God has every one of us, yes every last one of us, in God’s own care.
So today, no complicated theology. No weird metaphors that invariably give way to some sort of heresy or other.
Nope. Just this: God who is bigger and more incredible than the wildest dreams of our whole species put together. God who puts the combined imaginative powers of the whole human race to shame: that God loves you. And me. And our Muslim neighbors. And our Jewish siblings. And our Buddhist cousins. And our atheist friends. And every one else. Everyone.
God is everywhere we go, waiting for us, and everywhere we have been.
And that might be the only thing I can say for certain in this life, but I believe, it is enough.