This Week at Trinity, Beamsville
Friday, September 10, 2021
This week has been a lovely return to life with you, even as it’s often felt like an extended version of first-day-of-school jitters. Social media tells me there’s been lots of that in Trinity families, too. It also tells me you’re all thriving, bravely, as you usually do. The irony, of course, is that our family of four is now only in the post-secondary scene. Maybe what I’m feeling is new-stage-of-life jitters. I’ll figure that out later.
For now, for here, for me, I’m sure the swirling mix of emotions is all about the shifts in how and when we gather. Don’t misunderstand: I’m beyond eager to see your faces, in person, if and when your circumstances and comfort level allow. Even masked and at a distance, it is a beautiful thing to be in your presence. I also know, though, that so much is changed and adjusted, as we’re required to do. Any hopes or expectations of getting “back to normal” just can’t be. That feels hard to write, but entirely honest.
Perhaps what I’m also feeling is a whole lot of wonder. There’s the wonder-ing part, where I wonder what I’m forgetting, what I could have done better, how prepared I will actually be, when Sunday rolls around. There’s also the wondering of what it might be like to interact again, with folks I haven’t seen for such a long, long time. There’s the wondering about rebuilding relationships, either changed by time and distance, or frayed by the stress, frustrations, and varied interpretations of how to be a community right now. I can’t really answer any of those wonderings quite yet, but I can proceed in hope, and express confidently the wonder of gratitude: for all the people, tasks, meetings, prayers, and sacrifices that have made re-integration a possibility. Just about everything has been up for analysis, in making sure we’re not just following the law but genuinely caring for one another, the best we can. If that sounds exhausting, that’s accurate. It should also sound worth it. Each and every one of you are worth it.
So technically, this Sunday we’re launching into a new season of worship. The Season of Creation is upon us, in all its beautiful ways, lifting God’s timeless call to honour the sacred space we get to call home. How appropriate, how timely, too, that we’re also returning to this sacred space of worship. Everywhere you’ve been, these last 18 months and more, has been holy ground, too, but there’s certainly something about sharing this home again. For you, for me, for all whom we’ve yet to meet on this journey, may we hear again the power and the promise of renewed being. In every new stage of life and faith, may we know for certain that God’s love is our unchanging constant.
With love to you all,
“When you are walking alone, listen to the sermon preached to you by the flowers, the trees, the shrubs, the sky, the sun, and the whole world.”
(St. Paul of the Cross)