Sherman Hesslegrave on CBC’s Here and Now

Last Friday, our parish priest, Sherman Hesselgrave, was interviewed on the CBC radio show, Here and Now. He spoke about our #Burntdoor, our upcoming fundraising concert, and what keeping the doors of Holy Trinity open to all means to him.  Give it a listen if you missed it! Buy a ticket to the Burnt Door Concert here.

Social Media Sunday at Holy Trinity

This past Sunday, we participated in the Diocese-led event Social Media Sunday. Members of the congregation and our admin assistant Kate posted to our social media accounts from church, from music rehearsals, and from the Great Lakes Water Walk with the hashtag #SMS17.

The posts add up to a beautiful archive of one day in the life of Holy Trinity. It showcases our values, and how we enact them. See the story for yourself at:

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/holytrinityto/?hl=en

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HolyTrinityTO

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/holytrinityTO/

A Journey to Manitoulin Island – notes on a voyage of reconciliation

by Maggie Panter

Coral Petzoldt and I set out on a bright Saturday morning for a trip to Manitoulin Island to Connect to the Land, a tour organized by some folks from Church of the Redeemer and Trinity St. Paul’s.

There were nine of us, three folks tented, one stayed in Little Currant, and the rest were housed in cottages overlooking the water.

We attended a church service in Kagawong, St. John the Evangelist, the mariners’ church. Fr. Aiden has five children that he is responsible for! We spoke to the head of the Historical Society in Kagawin and visited the Old Mill Heritage Centre after walking along the Bridal Veil Falls.

We visited at the Wikwemikang (Wiki) reserve. It’s the only unceded land – and are the only band to have the treaty – a judge’s ruling to prove it.

On the Whitefish River Reserve we were permitted to climb Dreamers’ Rock accompanied by a guide, a sacred site.

We toured the Debajehmujig (Storyteller’s) Theatre headquarters, including the Art Gallery and animation studio.

We saw a beautiful Roman Catholic church in M’Chigeeng. It incorporated many Indigenous symbols and artwork. We participated in a Medicine Walk at the Ojibway Cultural Centre and Museum. We enjoyed an archaeological site at Shegwiandah and were given a tour by the archaeologist there.

In all it was a very informative week!

Music Mondays completes “best ever” 26th Season

Music Mondays, the lunchtime concert series, has completed its 26th Season. The 18 concerts ran from
1st May to 28th August, 2017.
Ian Grundy, our Artistic Director, designed an excellent season of eclectic and diverse programming which garnered many compliments from our audience, “the best ever” said one regular.
We are grateful to the Church of the Holy Trinity, for hosting the series. The church building’s acoustics are magnificent. We have a suggested an audience donation of $5.00 each to make the concerts as accessible as possible. We were delighted to welcome an average audience of 110. Many audience members met up with friends and had lunch in the café afterwards. Continue reading Music Mondays completes “best ever” 26th Season

 “Your community…truly showed Christ’s love to my family”

An unexpected letter

On September 12, this letter of deep gratitude landed in the parish e-mail inbox. It speaks to a time of personal and international crisis, of love, support, and the kindness of strangers.

Hello There!

Sixteen years ago during the 9/11 crisis, my family and I entered into our own personal crisis that took us unexpectedly to Toronto. We had just received news that our then 5 month old daughter needed a life saving heart transplant and the only place performing these surgeries at the time was at Sick Kids in Toronto. Needless-to-say, our own personal world was torn apart in the midst of such devastating circumstances world wide. Not only were we in a precarious situation with our daughter’s health, but we had to leave our home, friends, family and church family within days of the events of 9/11.

Because our daughter’s health did not allow us to be out in the general public much, we had a very difficult time finding community. On one desperate Sunday, we stumbled into the doors of Holy Trinity and it was like a breath of fresh air with the people of God holding us up at a very desperate time in our lives. I remember the presence of the Spirit in your church; I remember the kindness of strangers in your church; I remember the prayers of the people in that church as we formed a circle in the sanctuary. I simply remember the people of God holding my daughter, my family up in prayer.

While I wish I remembered some of the names of the beautiful people who cared for us, sadly I do not – except for Joy Kogawa, who I was a little star struck by at the time! It will be 16 years next month that my daughter received her life saving heart transplant and during this time I often think of those who shared this journey with us and am so thankful for those who have been a part of our lives, it even for a short time. So, it is with gratitude that I send a heart full of thanks to the people of your community who truly showed Christ’s love to my family and I at a very significant time in our lives. Thank you so much for teaching me in real, tangible ways, what it means to be the hands and feet of Christ. I truly hope to visit again some day.

Blessings,

Carmen C.

Poetry for the Fall

These poems were submitted by Administrator Margot Linken. Says Margot, “One poem, by Marge Piercy, celebrates the Jewish holidays of Rosh Hoshanah and Yom Kippur (Sept 20-22, and Sept 30 respectively, this year) and the other by Edip Cansever, a Turkish poet, is one which I’ve always thought highly eucharistic.”

Coming Up on September
by Marge Piercy

White butterflies, with single
black fingerpaint eyes on their wings
dart and settle, eddy and mate
over the green tangle of vines
in Labor Day morning steam.
The year grinds into ripeness
and rot, grapes darkening,
pears yellowing, the first
Virginia creeper twining crimson,
the grasses, dry straw to burn.
The New Year rises, beckoning
across the umbrellas on the sand.
I begin to reconsider my life.
What is the yield of my impatience?
What is the fruit of my resolve?
I turn from the frantic white dance
over the jungle of productivity
and slowly a niggun slides,
cold water down my throat.
I rest on a leaf spotted red.
Now is the time to let the mind
search backwards like the raven loosed
to see what can feed us.
Now, the time to cast the mind forward
to chart an aerial map of the months.
The New Year*

is a great door
that stands across the evening and Yom
Kippur**
is the second door. Between them
are song and silence, stone and clay pot
to be filled from within myself.
I will find there both ripeness and rot,
What I have left done and undone,
What I must let go with the waning days
and what I must take in.
What I have done and undone,
With the last tomatoes, we harvest the fruit of our lives.

Table
by Edip Cansever
A man filled with the gladness of living
Put his keys on the table.
Put flowers in a copper bowl there.
He put his eggs and milk on the table.
He put there the light that came in through the window.
Sound of a bicycle, sound of a spinning wheel.
The softness of bread and weather he put there.
On the table the man put
Things that happened in his mind.
What he wanted to do in life.
He put that there.
Those he loved, those he didn’t love.
The man put them on the table too.
Three times three make nine.
The man put nine on the table.
He was next to the window next to the sky;
He reached out and placed on the table endlessness.
So many days he had wanted to drink a beer!
He put on the table the pouring of that beer.
He placed there his sleep and his wakefulness;
His hunger and his fullness he placed there.
Now that’s what I call a table!
It didn’t complain at all about the load.
It wobbled once or twice, then stood firm.
The man kept piling things on.

-from the Turkish of Edip Cansever (1928-1986)
translated by Richard Tillinghast

CSI Gesthemane

While I still smart with the memory of that ruler striking my left wrist many years ago, I know that this is mild compared to the abuse, rejection, death, disease and discrimination measured in a thousand brutal ways that many have experienced through misogyny, colonialism, slavery, homophobia and too many other wrongs.

The full text of Michael Shapcott’s homily from August 13 is below.

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A Celebration of Life – Bonnie Briggs

A celebration of the life of Bonnie Briggs, founder of the Homeless Memorial, will take place on Sunday, September 10 at 2 pm, here at the Church of the Holy Trinity. All are welcome. Bonnie was a tireless advocate for the homeless and under-housed population of our city. Bonnie’s leadership was crucial in this on-going issue, which was coloured by her experience as someone who had lived with homelessness. 

For more on Bonnie’s legacy, please see this article from the Toronto Star: https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2017/08/08/toronto-activist-bonnie-briggs-remembered-as-advocate-for-housing-creator-of-homeless-memorial.html

How Big is the Tent We Call Home?

How Big is the Tent We Call Home?
Notes for a Sermon by Suzanne Rumsey
Holy Trinity, August 20, 2017

From “Coming Home,” by Katharine O’Flynn. The year is about 1922; the place, southeastern British Columbia:

Fernie. Cranbrook. Yahk. His excitement grew. Here was a mountain that looked familiar. Could it be Goat? Yes. Yes. That was surely its peak. And here was the siding for the mine. Then the trainman came along the aisle shouting, ‘Creston! Creston is the next station stop. Creston next.” …The train puffed to a standstill, sending out clouds of white steam. The trainman set the nobbled brown stool on the platform, and reached up to give Charles a hand, but the boy was already running along the platform towards outstretched arms. “Gran! Gran!” he was shouting, “I’m home!” Continue reading How Big is the Tent We Call Home?

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