Preaching on Trinity Sunday is always fun and I have a feeling that, given another twenty-five years, I'll eventually have a good sermon to preach on the subject. Courtesy of the 85 or so good people of Christ Church, Nailsea and St Quiricus and St Julietta (yes honestly) Tickenham I had three goes yesterday.
I don't particularly want to reproduce my sermon. Firstly because, not having written a word of it down, I couldn't guarantee that it would be identical and secondly because my point is somewhat different.
I like preaching from a passage. You can't do that easily on Trinity Sunday. The doctrine of the trinity is deduced from the totality of scripture. It was three centuries of Church Councils before it became normative.
I found myself preaching on a broad sweep of scripture including Genesis 1, the rise of monotheistic Israel, Isaiah 52 and 53 and John the Baptist's baptism of Jesus. It was a fairly well-rehearsed sermon since I worked as curate with a couple of vicars who always got their curates to preach on Trinity Sunday and it was the only college essay on which I ever received more than faint praise from a tutor. Well rehearsed but noteless. Thing is, I held a Bible throughout.
Anyone else noticed that as evangelicals we can find the Bible being more a comfort blanket than a source of life? You don't have to hold a book physically to understand it. A biblical sermon doesn't mean a sermon with a Bible in your hand.