My dear pastor, Rev. Bruce Ley, is a quiet and unassuming man, more paternal than patriarchal. He doesn’t cut a majestic figure when he stands ad orientem before the altar in his alb and stole (our parish can’t afford a set of chasubles, but I’m seeing about getting some made), and his voice doesn’t exactly boom when he preaches (a fact for which the padded pews and carpeted nave are at least partially to be blamed). But when he takes the pulpit, there can be no doubt that he speaks wisdom among those who are mature, yet not the wisdom of this age, nor of the rulers of this age, who are coming to nothing. Like any good preacher, he does not rely on persuasive words of human wisdom. I am by no means suggesting that he lacks eloquence — he does not. But even the greatest of orators cannot marshal the muses to their beck and call with perfect consistency. No, and Pastor Ley can’t, either. But there is something which his words never lack, something which is sure and certain even if his sermon doesn’t give his parishioners goose bumps or make them shout “Eureka!”, and that is the promise which Our Lord gave to His apostles and to all holy ministers who have followed in their stead: “whoever hears you, hears Me” (St. Luke 10:16a).
Thus there can be no doubt that when white-haired Pastor Ley stands in the pulpit to preach, he speaks in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that our faith should not be in the wisdom of men but in the power of God. Rev. Ley speaks the wisdom of God in a mystery, the hidden wisdom which God ordained before the ages for our glory.
Two weeks ago, Pastor Ley preached what I have to say is one of the finest sermons that I have ever heard on that most ineffable of all mysteries: God, the Holy Trinity. He has graciously allowed me to present it to you here in both audio and textual form. May God, the Father, Son, and + Holy Spirit, use it.
NB: I have misplaced the text of the sermon, but I will add it to this post once I locate it.