The Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity, Cycle A
Exodus 34:4b–6, 8–9; 2 Corinthians 13:11-13; John 3:16-18
When in your life have you ever been left speechless – when words just wouldn’t come? I don’t mean sports teams letting you down or movies that were so bad you couldn’t find words. I mean profoundly important moments when words were simply inadequate.
In my own life, words have escaped me most often at times centered around love: As a child, feeling my mother’s embrace; as a husband, my wife sitting by my hospital bed; as a father, seeing our newborn children; as a son, burying my parents. I think it’s true for all of us that there are times when love renders words useless.
That is exactly where the Trinity is encountered, and the readings help us see it.
In the first reading, God descends in a cloud and stands with Moses. To understand the real power of the moment, remember when this occurs. Moses has already seen the burning bush, led Israel out of Egypt, crossed the sea, and received the Law. After all those mighty acts, God finally reveals His Name — and Moses falls silent before love.
From this we learn that while God’s relationship with His people includes powerful deeds, rituals, laws, and covenants – and those are important – that is what God does. Far more important than that is who God is: faithful, merciful love. All encapsulated in one Name: Lord.
That reminds me of something St. John of the Cross once said: “In giving us his Son… [God] spoke everything to us at once… and he has no more to say.” Jesus isn’t one of God’s communications to the world, he is the communication; the highest revelation of Almighty God to the world.
And once again, it’s all about love. “God so loved the world that He gave His only Son.” Jesus, the Father’s one Word, handed over. Not spoken into the air, like “Lord,” but placed into history; made flesh, laid in a manger, nailed to a cross. Jesus – the Father’s love made visible – is the name made speakable whose love still defies all speech.
The Holy Spirit is a little more difficult to understand, but Church Tradition helps. From it, we learn that the Holy Spirit is the living love between the Father and the Son — a love so real, so perfect, that He is not merely a feeling or force, but a Divine Person.
If you don’t understand that, you’re in good company. The relationship of the Trinity is a supernatural mystery. But we don’t have to understand it. St. Paul didn’t. Notice, though, what he did do: pray it: “the grace of the Son, the love of the Father, and the fellowship of the Spirit.”
Grace. Love. Fellowship. Those we can understand. And those are the essentials of the Trinity, the very pattern of divine love into which we are baptized and called to live.
And I do understand this much: the love we feel in those speechless moments — the embrace, the newborn, the grave — is an icon, a symbol, of the love that has been happening within God from all eternity.
If we take nothing else away on Trinity Sunday, let’s take these two things:
First, the Trinity isn’t some abstract, theological formula. It is the original and greatest love story, of which every true human love is a participation and a reflection.
Second, every time we trace the Sign of the Cross on our body, we are doing what Moses did on Sinai — falling prostrate before the greatest Love of all time. Not explaining it. Not debating it. Just receiving it.
So let it be a moment of silence. Let words fail. That is exactly where the Trinity is.
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