The texture of Toronto - walls of towers oppressive yet appealing, their variety of design and material creating a rich tapestry which never fails to delight me. And occasionally, leaved between all that glass and masonry, there will be something on a smaller scale, of earthier materials, quieter somehow, emitting a different energy, surely an invitation to time travel. Something from 1850, say, or thereabouts. Seeing the city before its many trees burst into leaf, bleak on this grey day, focussed attention on these little islands in all the city haste, and wonderfully, revealed secret places usually hidden in treetops.
Despite all this city, and history, peace of a sort reigns here. This 1847 church, built on what was once farm fields and swampland has been a radical church from the beginning. The church appears to have been endowed by an Englishwoman who was shocked at the inequity of pew rentals - costs which prohibited those without means, access to church services. Ironically, the church continues its ministry to the inner city poor, cheek by jowl with that icon of posh shopping, the Eaton Centre. I keep getting the image of the poor huddled outside the castle, the moneychangers in the temple.
|marble mosaic, broken in rage that the homeless die|
amidst all this wealth
Holy Trinity's social justice mission is expressed more eloquently than I can do on their home page.
Here are two comprehensive accounts of the rich history of Holy Trinity - the incomparable Taylor on History, and that of Blog TO, which has taken over the archive of Doug Taylor's lifetime of work, and publishes his accounts from time to time.