Homily for the Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity

My Uncle Sylvester, a priest, gave me a Rosary when I made my First Communion. It came in a black leather pouch with a zipper. The pouch was lined with thick rich red velvet in which I used to love rubbing my thumb when I prayed my Rosary. While I no longer have either the Rosary or the case, I remember them, especially the case. That black case and its rich lining made an impression…