"....and so we see that the shell, the yolk and the white are all part of the egg, and yet all have different functions. The shell is there to protect, and the white is there to nourish, and the yolk is the life inside. And although they're all distinct, yet they all work together when we scramble the egg. Obviously, you don't want the shell in, so that's not really very like the trinity, but then you add milk, so that's three ingredients again and ow ow ow ow ow Eileen, please stop hitting me with that frying pan....."Rodrick had to stop the children's talk at this point, as he had to remove the whisk from his nose. Lovely, heavy-bottomed frying pan he had there, though. When you think about it, it has the handle, the pan itself, and the non-stick coating...
Sunday, 26 May 2013
The Egg as an Illustration of the Trinity
(An extract from Rodrick's children's illustration)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments
(
Atom
)
Hate these liberals. The creed says perfectly clear "ice, water, steam" and they start bringing in this egg nonsense.
ReplyDeleteThe person who gave the children's talk this morning remembered to hard-boil the egg first. I wonder did she read this before giving her talk? I thought it was such an original idea compared to the triangle and the three-leafed clover, but we made up for leaving the clover out of it by singing two different versions of St. Patrick's Breastplate. Not at the same time, of course.
ReplyDeleteThere are two versions of that never-ending hymn?? Oh dear, that must have soaked up half the service leaving no time for dodgy trinity explanations. Our pastor actually preached and poor guy admitted he hadn't properly consulted the liturgical calendar prior to setting down the sermon schedule. Our sparkly and shiny freshly-ordained priest should have won that lottery, but alas claimed she was out of town on yet another dead grandma errand once the scheduling error was discovered by our pastor. She's had a lot of grandmas die...we just figure it's a complicated familial situation. However, I think 15 is exceeding even the most divorce-ridden families. Next Trinity Sunday, we'll likely require a corpse as proof before we let her out of preaching duty again.
ReplyDeleteThe first version was Steve Bell's The Lorica. The second was from our hymnbook, which I think has the melodies and a lengthy selection of the verses that most people know.
ReplyDeleteBy an odd coincidence, given the efforts of your pastor, we also had a guest preacher Sunday. He was from a rather different branch of Christianity than ours, and I wonder what he made of us, especially after St. Patrick's Breastplate (twice) and our recessional, which consisted of 'Jerusalem', sung as well as you might expect considering we only do it every second year or so, and followed by the usual comments that was it really appropriate considering we weren't actually in England's green and pleasant land so at the very least Blake's lyrics need serious revision for next time. He didn't mention the Trinity, but spoke instead about visiting a foreign land (ours) and the Holy Spirit.
As usual with honoured guests, the guest preacher was seated prominently at the front, so we could observe beady-eyed whether he was singing or not and when he didn't notice that everyone behind him had lumbered to their feet, or sunk to their knees, as appropriate. We like to make people welcome.