Holy Week at Holy Trinity

Passion Sunday (Palm Sunday) – March 29

  • 10 am Eucharist, Rite II & Procession w/ Palms (Terri Bays preaching / presiding)

Tuesday in Holy Week – March 31

  • 5:45-6:15pm Confessions
  • 6:30pm Eucharist
  • 7:15-8:30pm Bible Study

Wednesday in Holy Week – April 1

  • 6:30 pm Blue Shadows—Tenebrae Service with original compositions by Hugh Page performed live by the Oblates of Blues

Maundy Thursday – April 2

  • 6:30 pm Footwashing and Eucharist, Rite II, with Stripping of the Altar (Terri Bays preaching/presiding)
  • 9 pm Thursday – 12 pm Friday: Vigil at the Altar of Repose


Good Friday – April 3

  • 9 pm Thursday – 12 pm Friday: Vigil at the Altar of Repose
  • 12 pm Good Friday Liturgies, including the Passion Gospel, Sermon and Solemn Collects, Adoration of the Cross and Communion from the Reserved Sacrament (Jim Lodwick and Stewart Clem co-officiants)


Holy Saturday – April 4

  • 9 am Propers for Holy Saturday
  • 9:30am Parish Work Day with Pot Luck lunch
  • 8 pm Great Vigil of Easter
  • Easter Feast following the Vigil

Easter Sunday – April 5

  • 10 am Eucharist, Rite II (Terri Bays Preaching / Presiding)

A Blessed Labor Day to You!

Man with Bendix megaphone

South Bend becomes the site of the first sit-in strike in the American automobile industry as several employees at the Bendix Products Corp., plant in South Bend sat down at their machines on Nov. 17, 1936, attempting to gain bargaining power. Read more in the South Bend Tribune.

Let’s face it. Even though Labor Day is officially a civic rather than a religious holiday, no church in the US fails to notice in one way or another that Labor Day Weekend has come around. We hesitate to schedule events for that weekend, knowing that many of our members will be away. We wait to start our Fall programs until after Labor Day. Some of us even stop wearing white shoes and linen after Labor Day!

The Labor Movement is a big deal in South Bend, and particularly in our neighborhood, which was originally populated by workers from factories like Studuebaker, Bendix, Oliver Plow Works and Birdsell Manufactuing. When those factories began laying off workers and eventually closed, many of the workers in our neighborhood felt abandoned and betrayed. Though these closings happened long ago, their effects linger on.

So how do we at Holy Trinity celebrate Labor Day as not only a holiday but a Holy Day? We should begin by remembering that out Baptismal Covenant calls us to respect the dignity of every human being. One way in which we might manifest that respect is by recognizing the dignity of the labor that is performed all around it—paid and unpaid. Take a few moments this week to pray for God’s blessing upon all those whose labor supports you. Reflect on ways in which your behavior makes a difference in their lives. Are you respecting their dignity? Are you helping them experience their work as a blessing?

At church on Sunday, we blessed the hands with which we work with the oil of chrism, remembering that having been sealed as Christ’s own in baptism means that all our labor belongs to and is blessed by Jesus. Take a few moments this week to reflect on the ways in which you might reveal Christ’s glory in the work you do. Again, by “work,” I don’t just mean activities for which you get paid. Do you reflect God’s mercy in your interactions with your fellow workers? Do you radiate God’s delight in creation and order?  Does your work inspire others to live more fully into God’s dream for them?

May God bless you on this Labor Day and throughout the coming year!


This evening the Church of the Holy Trinity is hosting the 4 Episcopal Parishes of St. Joseph County in a joint celebration of the Feast of the Transfiguration. We’d love to have you join us! This feast has intrigued me ever since I became aware of it as a young adult in the early 90’s for at least two reasons.

First is the way it confronts the numinous—weird, mystical, “we can’t even begin to explain this”—divine nature of Jesus that we so often distract ourselves from by focusing too narrowly on His role as a teacher.  The gospel reading states baldly that two supposedly dead/removed to heaven prophets appear on the scene, while all three readings speak of a mysterious shining. Talking clouds float—if “float” can be used regarding such emphatic clouds—in and out of the picture. We add our own clouds of praise and incense to the mix, as if to say, “Yes, this is really weird, and we can join into the weirdness without having to explain it all away in a vain attempt to pretend the world is under our control!” It’s that false sense of control that gets us in trouble all too often.

That brings me to the second thing that intrigues me about this feast, namely the ambivalence many people express towards it. I was struck by that this morning as I received my “Daily Devo” from the Forward Movement.  Now don’t get me wrong, I usually enjoy the Daily Devo.  Today’ devotion, however, skipped over the whole part about what happened among Jesus, Moses and Elijah in order to focus on Peter’s desire to make shelters. That desire was held up as an example of how we “get comfortable” with our mountain top experiences and need to “leave the mountain and go down to the valley to spread the good news.” I couldn’t help but wonder whether rushing to get down the mountain that fast was perhaps an attempt to avoid the loss of control the mountain top experience often signals.

The fact of the matter is that we need the mountain and the valley. The God who is revealed to us on the mountain shields, sustains and inspires us in the valley. No, we cannot remain in our booths (though we often overlook the fact that booths are by definition temporary dwellings), but neither can we sleep through or skip over the scary, holy stuff that makes us who we are.

Come, take some time to go up on the mountain to pray. You never know just who might show up.

This Week With Holy Trinity—Pentecost VIII

Sunday, August 3 (Pentecost VIII)

  • 8am Low Mass in St. Joseph Chapel — Terri Bays Celebrant/Preacher
  • 10am Sung Mass at High Altar— Terri Bays Celebrant/Preacher, Susan Tiffany Deacon

Wednesday, August 6 (Feast of the Transfiguration)

  • 6:30pm Sung Mass at High Altar—Terri Bays Celebrant/Preacher

Sunday, August 10 (Pentecost IX)

  • 8am Low Mass in St. Joseph Chapel — Jim Lodwick Celebrant/Preacher
  • 10am Sung Mass at High Altar— Jim Lodwick Celebrant/Preacher

Friday, August 15 (Feast of St. Mary the Virgin)

  • 5:30 Blues Procession followed by Sung Mass at High Altar— Stewart Clem Celebrant/Preacher
  • 6:30 Harvest Festival

These Weeks with Holy Trinity—Pentecost V – VI

July 4 – 18—Mother Terri Away on Vacation


Sunday, July 6 (Pentecost V)

  • 8am Morning Prayer in St. Joseph Chapel —Jon Molnar Officiant
  • 10am Sung Mass at High Altar— JohnSchramm Celebrant/Preacher, Susan Tiffany Deacon


Sunday, July 13 (Pentecost VI)

  • 8am Low Mass in St. Joseph Chapel —Jim Lodwick Celebrant/Preacher
  • 10am Sung Mass at High Altar— Jim Lodwick Celebrant/Preacher


Sunday, July 20 (Pentecost VII)

  • 8am Low Mass in St. Joseph Chapel — Terri Bays Celebrant/Preacher
  • 10am Sung Mass at High Altar— Terri Bays Celebrant/Preacher, Susan Tiffany Deacon

The Plot Thickens (or is that “Thins”?)

My daughter and I were leaving the library parking lot mid-afternoon today (it being my day off), when suddenly my cell phone rang. I did not recognize the number.


“I think I have your statue,” said the voice at the other end.

“You do?”

“Yes, my daughter and I found a statue of St. Francis beside a dumpster at the cemetery where we were helping a friend of ours purchase a plot. The friend insisted we take it home so my daughter could refurbish it for a memorial to my son we have in our backyard. It looks just like the one in the photo the newspaper published. I tried to take it to the church, but no one was there. Could you come to the house to see if it’s yours?”

“Certainly. I can be there in about 15 minutes!”

I took down her address and hung up the phone. After driving about a block I decided to call Susan, who had gotten the ball rolling with her Letter to the Editor and who would be better than I at making a positive identification of our statue. She couldn’t believe it!

After swinging by Susan’s house to pick her up, the three of us drove out to the woman’s house, which was out past the edge of town. On our way, we passed the cemetery she had mentioned. She was waiting for us in the driveway.

After we had introduced ourselves, she called into the house for her daughter and another woman to join us. The daughter unlocked the trunk of her car, and there was St. Francis! Susan made a positive identification, which was complicated by the fact that the daughter had already started work on removing the peeling paint.  Then we transferred St. Francis from her trunk to mine.

St Francis in the driveway

St Francis emerges from the trunk


As we were standing there in the driveway, the daughter told us more of the story.

The friend who was purchasing a burial plot that day had been dying of cancer—that was why his insistence on her taking the statue from the dumpster was so important. He died shortly thereafter. He had been quite a jokester, and while standing in the cemetery, she suddenly had a vision of painting St. Francis pink and putting him at her friend’s grave. She was horrified, thinking she would never do such a thing to a statue of a saint, but she knew the deceased would appreciate the joke. She then couldn’t get the funny image out of her mind. She shared the image with her friend’s wife, who laughed and thanked her for lightening such a difficult day.

Then, yesterday, our story appeared on the front page of the South Bend Tribune.  The story included a photo John Zanka had taken a few weeks before the statue was stolen. Because of the angle of the shot and the time of day when the photo was taken, the faded and peeling brown paint on St. Francis really appears pink! Imagine her amazement at seeing this seemingly abandoned statue on the front page of the newspaper, reflecting her graveside vision!

We thanked the women profusely, sharing with them our former concern that someone had taken the statue only to destroy it. We may never know how Francis made it from our garden to that spot next to the dumpster. What we do know, however, is that he made it into good hands and that he briefly lightened the burden of a grieving widow.  Not bad work!

Statue of St. Francison a table in the parish hall

Welcome Home, St. Francis!

Francis has now made his way back to our parish hall, where he awaits important decisions like how to finish refurbishing him and how (or whether) to better secure his place in the garden. For now, we’re just happy to have him home again.