Making sense of rubbish: the Trinity
The story is told of the bishop preaching one Sunday in his cathedral, when suddenly the gentle crazy man who always sat in the front row (every church has one) jumped up and shouted, “Rubbish!” Then he sat down. The bishop composed himself and carried on. A few minutes later, the fellow leapt up and shouted, “Absolute rubbish!” and sat down again. The bishop looked at the dean, who motioned that he should carry on. After a…