Seemingly outside my usual offerings, today I am pleased to present Taber Hill. It’s not a church or temple or place of worship, as is usually recognized in these pages, but it nevertheless is a place where some may choose to worship, to reflect, to pray, to feel a force of life and feel faith. Given that these pages are specifically to expose and to celebrate many forms of faith and spirituality, this place thus fits entirely.
For all my years through my life in and around Scarborough, I am amazed to have missed this place. It is only this year that I discovered it, and it seems a place that people have “stumbled upon” before. I was moved and have saved my humble photos for this occasion to share them with you. Today in Canada is National Day for Truth and Reconciliation.
May we all learn more and embrace all those who walk this earth.
Miigwech.
There is no website for Taber Hill, but an appropriate link, it seems to me, is: https://nctr.ca/
Unusual for me to put together two places of worship, but the reality is that they exist right next door to each other. Neither in a particularly nice building, nothing special architecturally or even in their surroundings; neither has a lawn or garden or even a tree; no special lighting. Nevertheless, they surely hold a special place in people’s hearts and they certainly caught my eye all the same.
All of that, for me, is what makes them special and also that they represent such different faiths, yet coexist physically and offer the same to their subscribers spiritually. To me, the lesson in this, and it is one I have been learning significantly over the last years of my life, is: believe in and stay close to “god,” whatever that may be for you, and it simply does not matter where you are, how you look, or who’s in your ‘hood. Faith transcends and your spiritual life is an elemental aspect of life, period.
As always, there are websites for these special places, two of so, so many in Scarborough:
This very angular building is Church of the Holy Wisdom. It strikes me as austere, but the trees and bushes and sunlight make it seem less so. It also seems affluent to me, which is not surprising, given that it is Anglican and Scarborough is still fundamentally a British settlement.
Now, I had the opportunity to visit last week and even went inside to experience wisdom in a way I often do and have certainly done within this very church many times. I have even shared wisdom of my own here. Or at least hope. And experience. Sadly, last week was the last time in this place for a gathering of the type that guides my spirituality and has been my salvation in this life.
That sadness was offset by great wisdom and strength offered by one of my fellows. An impassioned talk that was, to me, reminiscent of a fiery pastor, but gentler and humbler. He definitely spoke of faith, of God, and of his own salvation.
I am certain this place of worship will continue to offer a sanctuary for many, regardless of their specific faith or spiritual bent, and will remain a font of holy wisdom.
The first pictures here are of the back and side of the building, which, as any who have viewed these posts will know, is my modus operandi. I’m interested in all of the building and its grounds. Interestingly, this is the first instance of a Catholic Church I’ve posted. More interesting still (to me), is it’s the first place where someone has come out from inside and asked me what I was doing. To be specific, from the back steps, the priest asked, “What are you doing? Casing the joint?”
I was pleased someone would engage, which is mostly what I’d expect at such places. I very briefly told him what I’m doing and he welcomed me to the grounds and bid me a good day.
I find this an impressive church. It is well proportioned and handsome. Its grounds are immaculate. And I do so love the last picture, showing just how well God’s work and man’s work (which is also God’s work) can show harmony together.
I’m sure the parishioners are proud of their place of worship and I’m sure they find much joy here, even among whatever troubles may also bring them here.
After another hiatus from this blog, it’s important to me that I lead with something bold and inclusive. This building I find quite bold in its design and its name could hardly be more inclusive!
The signs declaring Jesus Christ as the Lord may tell a different story. However, in my belief, my faith, and my spirituality, I see it somewhat differently. I would hope and imagine there are some who worship here at Universal and have a firm faith in Jesus and also recognize different brands of the love that is God. I, personally, am willing to accept the Lord Jesus, but he is a Lord as proclaimed and he would likely have no issue with my also accepting Lord Buddha and Lord Krishna, for example.
Whom I frown upon are the more common human Lords like those found in the House of Lords in London or sitting as the face of human justice. It is such people I find more often unLordlike and shallow or even evil manipulators of force. They are mortals, humans beset with the foibles of most of the rest of us. It is such people who fancy themselves “lords” or make themselves so by force that cause so much trouble in the world. They are politicians, not religious people. Many religious people are also merely misguided humans, with foibles and faults and even evil.
Look no further than the currently (again) escalating wars between Jewish and Islamist states (not picking on those two religions, as most others have seen their fair share of war) as proof. The people responsible are not religious people, rather political people. They are certainly not spiritual people, in the way I understand spirituality to be. They cause misery and death.
That is why I admire this notion of a “Universal” church. That seems to me more spiritual than religious. It is definitely more spiritual than political. And, strangely, it is more human and humans, through faith, compassion, love, and inclusiveness, have more power than force.
No criticism whatsoever is intended toward this Universal church, as I love it like I love all the other places of worship I share through this blog. Have a look at their website: https://www.uckg.ca/
It may look a bit drab on its big patch of land in the city, but I like it. More certainly, those who worship here find it a joy. I have driven by around service times and it appears very well attended. It’s not the first Baptist Church in this series, which is also reflective of the history of Scarborough, especially in this part, and none is the least.
It’s an unfortunate lead-in here with the power pole and lines, but this place sits at an unfortunate junction of streets and electricity. The sad motel behind houses refugees and other unfortunate newcomers to the country. The mosque holds its own, though, and surely lights the way for many. I love the glint of sunlight shining from its spires!
As we move closer, it’s clear that construction is recent and detritus from the process is still evident. But the power lines again cannot detract from how God’s beauty sparkles more visibly in reflection. And God is surely any place that is called Spiritual Society.
I myself belong to a spiritual society. It is not of the particular faith denoted here nor any particular religion, sect, denomination, or creed. Mine is of a sort that is fluid and allows whatever works for the faithful to feel the spirit and let spirituality help them through dark times to find purpose and light. That is what makes me so open to and love all of these places I show/share.
My favourite shot here is from the side with the beautiful tree and a hydro pole and … another gleaming light!
On a relatively large parcel of land sits this relatively small church. It looks good in the snow and the trees around it are a treat. It is nevertheless striking in how small it is in comparison to some other places of worship even in its immediate vicinity. I am certain that makes no difference whatsoever to the faithful who worship here.
Thankfully, it’s tucked away from the major road that passes by. And it’s clear that someone enjoys the grounds. The sheds show it’s cared for. The stained glass windows, displayed on two sides of the main building, suggest to me there’s the usual magic that happens here.
With any of these places, regardless of means, what’s most important is that it exists and it exists for a reason: to allow expressions of faith, prayer, hope, and love. With that in mind, this one’s small but mighty.
It’s a handsome church and the setting is close to divine. It’s near the outskirts of Scarborough and was not long ago in what one would have considered “the country.” There are some rather lovely old Ontario houses around it, too.
It must be a fine place to worship and this church is again one of the parent faiths of my own historical home faith. It is also home to some gatherings of those involved with my current spiritual calling. That guidance has been invaluable to me and I am grateful for any place that acts as a host.
I believe, too, that it’s as fine a place as any one could hope for for a long rest, final or not, depending on your own faith. The cemetery is worth a visit in its own right. And this is where the environs really let their presence be felt. The whole place sits on a promontory overlooking a splendid river valley and parks. As I said … close to divine.
This great bulk of a place has existed in our community for over 40 years. It is squat and plain and mighty. Sized like a warehouse, it can accommodate thousands of the faithful and has ample parking. What I love is how it sits on its own, using its lawns and parking lots as a moat. It stands out from its surroundings and strangely simultaneously blends in to the extent it’s barely noticed if riding or driving by.
The final photo looks away from the building at its back over the largest car park. It seems the Mosque may have an arrangement with its neighbours such that a visual block has been provided to shield worshippers from the ugly industrial mess just behind. At least that’s what it seems to me.
In any case, given the potential accommodation afforded and the sheer scale of the space it occupies, I trust this place provides respite and solace for many and offers an avenue to hope and peace.
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