Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds found me during my senior year of high school. Over the years, I have loyally brought Cave’s long-players to my home stereo [some more than once, given my weakness for re-issues and re-masters and deluxe editions]. During one tide of the pandemic, I took a months-long deep-dive into his expansive catalogue. Through all the stylistic turns and strange characters, “Into My Arms” – from 1997’s, The Boatman’s Call – has remained a favorite for both its reassurances and its challenges. I mean, a pop song that begins with a demanding theological claim? You had me at hello, Mr. Cave.

It’s like we’re eating while we’re driving: Filet-O-Fish in hand, working the steering wheel with a knee and realizing suddenly we have to slam our brakes. And, when we do, the fry we had just squirted with ketchup breaks in half, the heavier, ketchup side falling right on our shirt – bloop. And, man, we are maaadddd as double-hockey-sticks.

In 2025 as always, God calls us to love one another as God loves us, within these sacred walls and well beyond them.

Trinity Church in the City of Boston The Rev. Morgan S. Allen September 15, 2024 Proper 20 (Year B): Mark

Trinity Church in the City of Boston The Rev. Morgan S. Allen September 15, 2024 Proper 19 (Year B): Mark