Mysteries

This past Sunday was Trinity Sunday in the church year, and after this week we begin six months of 'ordinary time.' The colors, for those who observe liturgical settings, are green. This is the church 'at work'-- growing-- the Book of Acts (although Luke is still the Gospel of emphasis.)

So what?

Only that for me Trinity Sunday reminds me that we (all) live with mystery, and majesty, and mercy. I "used to be able" to explain exactly "how" or even "what" pertained to some of the things of our great salvation. (I never could begin to explain the "why" beyond the fact that somehow God loves us.)

Now I'm older. I live with mysteries I cannot explain. I trust the Heavenly Father, an I trust the Word spoken in Jesus Christ. I trust the Holy Spirit who whispers in me that I am truly loved in a way that is deeper than feelings (thank God!)

More later-- I think....