Trinity Sunday brings with it the stately propositions and anathemas of the Athanasian Creed. Look only at the anathemas and we will be lulled into uneasy sleep; look only at the propositions and our mind will be tugged and stretched beyond bearing. However we try to explain the Trinity — in terms of energy or relationship or even the poor little shamrock — we are left with mystery. It is a beautiful, luminous mystery, to be approached silently, reverently, on our knees. The trisagion of the heart does not depend upon our understanding but upon our willingness to let God be God in our lives.
Note on the illustration
English or French Book of Hours, c. 1430–40, from the Getty Collection, MS 5, fol 13v.