That’s the best phrase I can come up with to describe Trinity Church, the folks with whom I spent the last three days. Trinity is a funny place — I should say, they are an unlikely church in a strange pocket of America.
Greenwich, Connecticut is one of the wealthiest places in our country. I saw literally dozens of multi-million dollar homes, many of them owned by hedge fund managers, and others by Elizabeth Taylor, Mel Gibson, and Tommy Hilfiger.
And in the midst of that town is a church that is, by any measure, thriving. But, unlike the mansions that surrounds it, Trinity meets on Sunday mornings is a relatively run-down middle school auditorium. The worship itself is a beautiful mix of incredible music (see below), a very laid-back vibe, and, quite simply, the most breathtaking Eucharistic liturgy I have ever witnessed.
I was warmly and hospitably received all weekend, from the Thursday night dinner with Pete Rollins, to the two-day spiritual retreat, to preaching this morning. It’s a faith community I hope to visit again, if, for nothing else, music like this: