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Trinity Sunday C

posted 19 May 2016, 04:04 by St Wilfrid RC Haltwhistle

22nd  May, 2016

H.B. & H.W.

 

We do not see God in the stars, We see God in a true

and deepening relationship. How much pain there is in

a broken friendship, a fractured love. How much joy in

a relationship which endures and grows and ends in

mellowness. God lives in relation. And we are made in

God's image. We cannot disown this impulse to relate.

To connect. To commune. The trimtarian God is the

only bearable God. The trinitarian God is the only God

we can love and relate to. Any other god is hard. Many

of us carry in our subconscious a stem and stoney God.

A god of endless demand and a god of infinite reprisal.

The revelation Of God as love and totally relational

brings us release from this idolatry.

 

Jesus, who revealed the Father releases the Spirit. It is

this energy, this Spirit that confers on us the courage to

say "Our Father". Now we can pray and pray with

Christ. We can let the Spirit sing through us and lead

us to the Father. Faith grows, becomes less tremulous,

less afraid of sin and sorrows. We learn to relate to

God; in consequence we relate to people. The love of'

God and love of neighbour are not contending loves,

but one single animation. Indeed, we cannot love by

hard effort. Only those who are loved can love. God

loves us first and his Spirit is the octane that can give

the heart the trust to love without hope of reward.

 

Christ is the manifesto of divine largesse. Christ is the

energy of the Spirit subduing the spirits of destruction.

God is almighty only because all-mercy. Any other god

is an imposter; any other love an oppression.

 

The Blessed Trinity is not a doctrine. It is a reality. It

is THE reality. And the nuclear reality is relation. If

man cannot relate then he can only repine in a lost and

unlovely world. The doctrine of the Trinity is an

attempt, no more, to put into words what cannot be put

into words. The doctrine is tentative; the reality is

glory. Not metaphysics but poetry is the language of

mystery. The thinker can communicate a truth. He

cannot communicate an experience. That is the work of

the artist. Not through philosophy, but through liturgy

and prayer and sacrament can we know the reality of

God and that love which burns like golden fire. At

Mass we say "Holy, Holy, Holy". No one can say

more. Neither men, women or angels. Let us leave it

there, for silence is the music of mystery.

 

("Reflections on the Creed" by Hugh Lavery, P. 20-21.

St. Paul Publications)

 

 

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