Reflections

Photograph of neurologist Suvendrini Lena | Photograph by Wade Hudson

Over the last six months, I’ve tested more than 1,000 people for Covid in hospitals, shelters and homeless encampments

“The encampment at Trinity was nestled in the shadow of the Eaton Centre. The church supplied tents and drop-in meals throughout the week. I arrived on testing day, an hour… Read More »Over the last six months, I’ve tested more than 1,000 people for Covid in hospitals, shelters and homeless encampments

photo of vineyards in autumn; Photo by Oleg Demakov on Unsplash

Vineyards

“This is it,” we all have thought at one time of another as we surveyed our own fertile hills. “This has all the makings of a stellar success. If I pour all my love and energy into this, the end product can’t help but be awesome, absolutely awesome.” Read more »

Two older people walk away from the camera. Photo by mostafa meraji on Unsplash

for those who are… Angry at old age

you can’t win. Nobody does—though that of course is no comfort. As to managing the exasperations, frustrations, and angers that can attend old age, it’s okay to take moments to vent, like turning the air around you blue when you hit your shin against a drawer that you forgot was still open; or being ambushed by a loud fart at an inappropriate moment; or being caught short and dampening your underwear.

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Reflections From The Priest on Staff, August 2020

I write this at the beginning of August, 2020. I’m more than six weeks into my appointment as interim priest on staff at Holy Trinity.

I arrived in the midst of the Covid 19 shutdown to find the worship community meeting on Zoom every Sunday. Sadness at not being able to meet in person was being balanced with delight at being joined by HT diaspora in far flung places.

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“Stay Home”

We were weeks into the Covid-19 pandemic as I headed north from my home on Gloucester Street and approached the Sanctuary. I passed neatly aligned tents, a few with people relaxing on lawn chairs at the front. A dog was resting its head, open-mouthed and panting, on a human knee. A couple of younger guys were playing with a Frisbee.

The place had a bit of a campground vibe but this was not a weekend getaway. These were not city condo dwellers choosing to live rough for a night or two. These people were here because they had nowhere else to go.

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