Yesterday was Trinity Sunday, the day set aside for congregations to contemplate the mystery of the three in oneness of God. And for pastors to struggle at writing sermons that address church doctrine without putting their congregations to sleep.
To keep folks awake yesterday, I included a Juggling Interlude in the sermon (Three Balls, One Juggling!). It’s one time when I can say with assurance that I didn’t drop the ball (or balls, although I was woefully out of practice).
The non-circuslike bulk of the sermon dealt with our discomfort at dealing with unresolved mystery in general and the mystery of the Trinity specifically.
It was one of those sermons where I was preaching to myself. I want ANSWERS, doggone it, not mystery. I wrote a poem while I was struggling with the sermon. I left it out when I preached – it didn’t really “fit” (as if the juggling did). I’m no poet, but here it is:
I want answers
Equations that balance
God you give me mystery
Agatha Christie with the last page ripped out
Murder mystery movie missing the last reel
And you want me to be okay with that?!
One plus One plus One
I struggle and strain against the unresolved
With analogies and theories and doctrines
Solve for x
Fit it into a tweet
(144 characters or fewer)
But that’s not God
That’s God in my image
Not the other way around
God says “Come”
God says “Lay down your calculator
And your dictionary
And your commentaries
And your theologians
And your Google searches”
God says “Come”
God says “Believe”
God says “I love you”
God says “We love you”
God says “Don’t try to figure Me out”
God says “Dance with us”