Wow, there was also the earthquake off the coast of Mexico Flooding in Mumbai, Nepal and Koshi this year. Here in Ontario, we also had unusual flooding, but not to the extent that other parts of the world have seen. Wildfires in BC and some other parts of the world, too. I pray that everyone can manage whatever has been thrown their way.
The first responders have been amazing. I have a friend who lives just outside of Houston, who rallied folks and money to prepare food for first responders all last week. I know that one day, there were nine huge pans of lasagne! There are some wonderful, amazing people out there!
But, I did not intend to blog about natural disasters. I wanted to blog about church.
I have attended church since I was very young. When I was in my teens, I took my younger siblings to church--well, Dad dropped us off, I just managed them once we got there. I was confirmed at St. Stephen’s Anglican Church in Ottawa, and attended Holy Trinity Anglican Church, when I lived in Pembroke.
I got away from church, for a while as I got a bit older. My first husband and I were wanting to get married in a church and raise our kids with the church, so I started attending Church of the Epiphany Anglican church in Scarborough and we were married there. We moved further east in Scarborough, so I stopped attending for a few years, but then started attending St. Dunstan of Canterbury Anglican Church with my girls, where I taught Sunday School for seven years and my oldest daughter was an altar girl for a while.
Fast forward quite a few years of raising my girls as a single parent, and a move to Cobourg. I have attended St. Peter’s Anglican Church a few times, but have pretty much settled on attending St. George’s Anglican Church in Gores Landing when it is open. It’s about a twenty minute drive and it is such a lovely church with such lovely and welcoming people. It is only open from Easter until the last Sunday in October and I think we enjoy the coffee time as much or more than the service itself. I have learned so much about the area, and it has been such a blessing. We are working right now on getting a plaque prepared for a mass grave area in the corner of the cemetery on the church grounds. There were several groups of people wiped out by disease quite some years ago--typhoid and something else. So there will be a plaque put there to honor the German railway workers and the Irish immigrants buried there. There is such a history in this area. Heartbreak, disaster and yet much love and fellowship.
Next weekend, I shall be in Ottawa to visit family and I think I shall attend St. Stephen’s one more time. It is near the cemetery where we laid my mother to rest, so I shall visit there before I return home, as well. It’s funny how I now seek out churches to attend. I do so love the fellowship that it allows.
I guess this is a bit of a short blog this week. I have a bit more tidying to take care of before my guests arrive tomorrow, so I had best get to it! May your week be gentle. God bless!