Back in 2007, I had just been ordained two weeks when I went down to Virginia to assist at my nephew’s wedding—my first as a deacon. It was the weekend of Trinity Sunday. I chatted with the pastor during the rehearsal. He was irked. “I screwed up the dates,” he said. “I always try to schedule my vacation around Trinity Sunday, so I don’t have to preach it, but I messed up and now I have to do it tomorrow.” I... Read more