What a Story!

Dear Beloved of Trinity,

It’s good to be home!!

This summer in Michigan, I heard the most wonderful story. A dear friend of ours, who is 94 years old, said: “You’re never going to believe what happened to me about a month ago.”

His daughter had received a phone call from a woman who began with: “I think you might be my half-sister.” Instead of shock or anger, the news was met with curiosity and kindness. The woman, now 72 years old, explained how she had always felt a bit different—like she didn’t quite belong in her family. She knew she wasn’t adopted, yet something always seemed off. After her parents passed away, she decided to take a DNA test. What she discovered changed everything.

Through the miracle of DNA, she learned that her father was not her biological father. Long ago, some 72 years earlier at Yale, her mother had shared a romance with my friend. When her mother returned home, she never told him she was pregnant. He never knew he had a daughter.

This news came at a profound time in his life. A year or two ago, he suffered a serious heart issue and nearly died. He has been struggling to regain his health. With tears in his eyes, he said, “Now I know why I’m still alive. My daughter was looking for me, and I didn’t even know I had a daughter.”

His daughter, now accomplished and well known throughout the country, had already found financial, cultural, and societal success. Yet what she longed for most was not achievement—it was to know who her father was, to know where she came from, to know the rest of her story.

This September, they will finally meet in person. They’ve already spoken over Zoom, marveling at their similarities—their gestures, tone of voice, even their facial expressions. Her half-sister said without hesitation: “She is certainly Dad’s daughter.”

Digging a little deeper, for many people, there is a restlessness in the heart, mind, and soul. They may find success, recognition, or status, yet it can still feel as though life is lived in shoes that don’t quite fit, in a sweater that itches, or through glasses with the wrong prescription. Something feels off. Something is missing.

Through God’s love, however, things are made right. We discover who we are and whose we are. We remember that the soil from which we came is sacred. Our DNA is holy. We belong to God, who has given us a home, a family, a place of belonging and love.

It calls to mind the words of Jesus in the Gospel of John:

“In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also.”

In a world that often feels unsettling and uncertain—when we feel out of place or unsure of where we fit—God reminds us that we have a true home. We have a place, a belonging, and a being that is grounded in love.

And that … is the best story ever told!

Peace and Blessings,
Paul

Welcome to our new Director of Family Ministries and Family Ministries Advisor

Dear Good People of Trinity Church,

It is a joy to introduce two new members of our Trinity Church staff!

Please join me in warmly welcoming Anne Thomsen Lord, our new Director of Family Ministries, and Catherine Breed, who will serve as our Family Ministries Advisor. We are incredibly blessed to have these two faithful, wise, and dedicated leaders joining our team.

With Anne and Catherine’s guidance, we are poised to grow and strengthen our ministries for children, youth, and families—through education, service, and worship that reflect the heart of our community and the truth of the Gospel.

Their presence is a gift, and I am excited for the journey ahead as they help lead us forward in love and faith. They will officially begin on August 15.

You’ll find their bios below. I hope you’ll take a moment to read about them and join me in giving them a warm Trinity welcome.

Peace and blessings,
Paul+

Anne Thomsen Lord

Anne Thomsen Lord hails from the Nebraska prairie but has called Princeton home since 2009. She attended Arizona State University and graduated with degrees in English literature and Classics. She completed a Master’s in Christian Education and Faith Formation along with a Certificate in Theology, Ecology, and Faith Formation from Princeton Theological Seminary in 2023. 

Anne interned at St. Mary Medical Center in Langhorne, PA as an Interfaith chaplain and spent the last year working at HomeWorks Trenton, a local nonprofit. Anne loves sunshine and water and has held various positions in aquatics programs for over twenty-five years.

Since 2007, Anne has been the primary caregiver to her children. She and her spouse, Errol, have four sporty kids that challenge and inspire her. 

Catherine Breed

Catherine Breed is a religious educator with over 25 years experience working with children and youth in churches and Episcopal Schools. Most recently she taught Religion at the Lovett School in Atlanta, GA. She is a grant coordinator with StoryMakers, a non-profit creative studio in NYC which designs and produces religious education resources and curriculum.

Catherine has an undergraduate degree from the University of Virginia and Master of Arts in Christian Education from Princeton Theological Seminary. She and her husband Brennan (now a Professor of Old Testament at PTS) led the youth group at Trinity Church from 2004-2006, and she is excited to be back!

Set Your Sails — Be Ready

Dear Beloved of Trinity Church,

I write to you from Harbor Springs, Michigan, a beautiful town along the shores of Lake Michigan, just south of the Upper Peninsula and not far from Mackinac Island. For over twenty years, my family and I have been blessed to spend part of our summers here. If our timing is right, we get to witness the annual sailing regatta—an event that draws boats and sailors from across the Great Lakes.

These boats are not only beautiful but often extremely sophisticated. Their crews are seasoned and skilled. And yet, despite all their training and technology, they remain utterly dependent on one thing: the wind. Without it, they sit motionless. And when the wind comes, they must set their sails carefully and wisely to capture its power. No amount of skill or equipment can compensate for its absence.

This, dear friends, is a powerful—if imperfect—metaphor for our spiritual lives. Whether we are navigating life with seasoned faith or just beginning to explore the waters of belief, we all need the wind of the Spirit to move us. We may prepare our vessels, hoist our sails, and chart our course, but without the breath of God—without the Spirit—we go nowhere.

The Spirit of God is the wind that fills our sails, the unseen force that moves us forward with purpose, power, and direction. It is only in relationship to that divine movement that we find our true course. It is the tension between our sails and that sacred wind that carries us across the waters of life—sometimes calm, often choppy—toward a destination that is holy and meaningful.

So, I invite you in the week ahead: in your heart, in your soul, in your imagination—set your sails. Be ready. Wait and watch for the Spirit’s stirring. It may come as a gentle breeze or a sudden gust, but it will come. And when it does, may it move you in ways that are wondrous and unexpected, sometimes challenging, yet always sacred.

Forward in faith!

Peace and Blessings,

Paul+

The Place God Calls Us

Dear Friends, 

This morning at 7am, I hit the send button and submitted the first complete draft of my Doctor of Ministry Thesis from General Theological Seminary for review. Why Church?: Understanding how the next generation perceives the purpose of the Church. I conclude my thesis with a reflection on an art exhibit currently on display at the Bainbridge Art Gallery. This reflection is an edited version of my thesis conclusion.

While looking at the paintings, I was fortunate enough to meet one of the artists, Khalilah Sabree. Sabree was born in Macon, Georgia, and raised as a Southern Baptist, who, after moving north to Trenton, New Jersey, converted and became a devout African-American Muslim. In describing her collection of paintings, Destruction of a Culture, Sabree says, 

I explore how devastating changes disrupt world cultures and impact human relationships, societal structures, and the global landscape…The series began with a single image: a photo I took in Mecca of two African women gazing over a fence, as if peering into the future. The intensity of their focus captivated me; I envisioned them as bearers of a unique power able to foresee a changing world that remains hidden from others. As this photo became a series of paintings, imagination was my guiding force. I engaged in dhikr, allowing the remembrance of God to infuse my work with spiritual depth and resonance.

In conversation, Sabree shared with me that within the intensity, struggle, destruction, and truth of each painting, she intentionally put an element in clear focus, which was to draw our attention and invite us to enter into a place of spiritual refuge - a portal through which we could find safety and rest.

      When Things Fall Apart           Breaking Point     Lost

https://www.khalilahsabree.com/destruction-of-a-culture

Later that evening, I learned of yet another death of a Princeton University student. This is the eighth Princeton University student in three years to commit suicide. Princeton is supposed to be Mecca, the Promised Land, the pinnacle of the American Dream – an Ivy League university and one of the premier universities in the world. Yet with all the resources, student services, people, professors, programs, opportunities, buildings, money, reputation, and connections … eight young people in the last three years have been unable to find a safe refuge, a portal through which they could find safety and rest. They felt the only way forward, the only way to survive was to die. 

We live in a world that could be described as the destruction of a culture, and this isn’t creative destruction; it’s just destruction. Destruction of our environment. Destruction of opportunities because of economic disparity and unequal access to resources. Destruction of dignity and our humanity by acts of racism, xenophobia, transphobia, and simply plain old hate and indifference. Destruction comes in all shapes and sizes - sometimes vengeful and violent, harsh and arrogant, brash and bold, external and obvious, and other times internal and soulful, emotional and relational, hidden and subtle, deceptive and disguised, yet just as destructive.

There is a tremendous calling and need right before our eyes. There is a world of people, young and old alike, longing for a portal through which they can travel and find a place of refuge - a place of safety and rest from a world that can be daunting, damning, and destructive. I believe our primary calling as the people of Trinity Church is to show the way to the portal through which people can find rest, healing, and hope – in other words, salvation. God save us from ourselves - from our sin and arrogance, pride and ego, misguided pursuits and blindness, insecurities and vanities. The Church only survives if we do – and far too many people have no idea that the Love of God, as revealed to us in Jesus Christ, is a portal through which we find more than a place of refuge; we find life - life in the fullness of God’s intention for all of God’s beloved children.

Peace and Blessings,

“The place God calls [us] to is the place where [our] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”

— Frederick Buechner

The Moment We Cease to Hold One Another

As we journey through the richness of Black History Month, I'm reminded of the profound wisdom of James Baldwin. In his essay "Nothing Personal," Baldwin concludes with a powerful statement: "The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out."

We must NEVER cease to hold each other. So many forces in the world tell us why we should not be in relationship with others, why we should be suspicious, and why we should be fearful. So, many voices tell us to look out for ourselves and ourselves alone. We need to be very careful with new faces, new voices, new people, new ways of being and believing. Be very careful, for all of these threaten our way of life. And that's the heart of the issue … a threat to OUR way of life.  

This fuels an US versus THEM mentality. Which then breeds distrust and suspicion, self-interest and exclusion, prejudice and hate. We must recognize that our collective well-being hinges on our ability to stand together in solidarity. We must NEVER cease to hold each other, for without each other, we will not make it. Without each other - the sea engulfs us, and the light goes out.

Forward in faith that we all may be one!!

Sacred Spaces, Sacred Places

The Power to Bless

Dear Beloved Ones of Trinity Church,

This past week, I found myself re-reading John O’Donohue’s classic work To Bless the Space Between Us, a wonderful collection of poems and soulful wisdom. Toward the end of the book, he has a section called “Preparing the Space for Blessing.”

“When a blessing is being invoked, time deepens until it becomes a source from which refreshment and encouragement are released. As Yeats says: Feeling I was blessed and that I now too could bless.

Whenever one person takes another into the care of their heart, they have the power to bless. There are things we never do simply because it never occurs to us that we can do that. To bless someone is to offer a beautiful gift. When we love someone, we turn toward them with our souls. And the soul itself is a source of blessing.” (p.207)

In the Examination portion in the liturgy for the Ordination of a Priest, it says, “You are to preach, to declare God’s forgiveness to penitent sinners, to pronounce God’s blessing, to share in the administration of Holy Baptism and in the celebration of the mysteries of Christ’s Body and Blood, and to perform other ministrations entrusted to you.” (BCP, p.531) 

Within the liturgies and sacramental rites of the Church, priests are given the privilege and responsibility of pronouncing blessing, but I pray that you never underestimate your power to bless. We are created in and through God’s blessing and love. That reality is the ground of our being and the true essence of our humanity, wonderfully restored and animated in the waters of baptism.

One does not need to raise their hand and make the sign of the cross invoking the trinitarian formula of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit to bestow blessing. When you listen with compassion, see the truth of someone’s pain, speak words of tenderness and truth, open your heart and soul to another, and reach out your hands to serve and care - you offer a blessing. You become a living, breathing, loving blessing!

O’Donohue goes on to say, “Perhaps we bless one another all the time, without even realizing it.” (p.209) This offers us the possibility of a life “infused with blessing.” And this, dear ones, changes us, changes the world, changes everything.

Peace and blessings to all!

The Road Ahead

Dear Good People of Trinity,  

As we stand on the threshold of a new year, we will most assuredly reflect upon all that was and all that was not in this past year. Each year changes us, shapes us, and forms us. Sometimes, in dramatic and visible ways, and other times, the changes are quite subtle and go seemingly unnoticed. As time passes, we are becoming a new creation. The realities of life wash over us like the flowing of a river cutting its way through the land and, over time, shaping and changing the contours of the terrain as it finds its way to its destination.  

As we ready ourselves to begin this new year, I share with you one of my favorite prayers from Thomas Merton. This prayer brings me great comfort as we live with the uncertainties of life. For as much as we may like to think we have some kind of control, the truth is we have very little. How we live amid all that life brings to us defines who we are, and knowing that God is with us every step of the way changes everything.

“My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always, though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.” -Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude  

For all that was, for all that is, and for all that is yet to be – Thanks be to God!   Peace and Blessings,