One of Trinity Church’s most cherished gifts is hospitality. Nobody puts on a spread like Trinity, and the feeling of warmth and generosity among us is second to none. Perhaps the most grievous loss for us over the past 15 months has been the shut-down of our Second Sunday Breakfast, a time when we share a meal and some fellowship with the community.

In the shorter, cooler days of autumn and winter, chickens lay fewer eggs, or stop laying altogether. Among the surest signs of spring’s return are the first fresh eggs. Thus did the egg become a potent symbol of life and hope.

The new year has arrived, and I have been reflecting on our times. My mood has been somewhat melancholy.