Good Friday

On the day called Good Friday (somehow two weeks ago, now) we went downtown and participated in something called a Walk for Justice.

The event started at Church of the Holy Trinity, which is an interesting old building now dwarfed and hidden in a corner behind the Eaton Centre. There was an opening presentation which consisted of multiple speakers, singing, and a meditative slide show. The slides appeared on the wall between the church's towering stained glass windows.

There were several hundred people. A small group. The walk proceeded to designated stations at Dundas Square and Nathan Phillips Square. The several hundred people, while somewhat visible when filing down the sidewalks, seemed almost lost in the crowds of random people around City Hall and Yonge & Dundas. This seemed to me not so much an activity of public awareness, but rather personal pilgrimage.

The meaning of it was what you made of it for yourself. It was meaningful for you for being there.

The final station was again back at the strangely homey cavern of the church, with its interesting mixture of contemporary informality and antique glory. There was another slide presentation, prayer, music, a short drama/dance, and then soup and bread from the church's "soup kitchen", which on other days attempts to help the city's poor and homeless.

We did not stay for the soup. We headed over to Anne and Sandro's for a visit, and to relieve the kids.