The Park Bench
We both sat on the park bench, trying to catch our breath, after having ascended to a higher elevation at Chorley Park. A former Lieutenant Governor's mansion had been at this spot quite a few decades ago, but fire hit the building, and thus it is no longer. Gaura and I enjoyed the scene looking far to the east, and although leaves have abandoned their trees, the sumac bushes near us have held onto their reddish bobs. It really was a nice view.
Our minutes there lapsed, and we moved on to right next to the Rosedale United Church. A handsome structure it is.
"Have you ever been inside?" Gaura asked.
"Yes. Once when it was raining and I needed shelter."
We agreed to check it out, now that it looked like a service was going on. "We can sit in the back pew and chant some japa," I suggested. So we did.
An elderly lady smiled and offered us a pamphlet, a welcome gesture. The minister, a woman, was at the pulpit, in front of a gorgeous stained-glass portrayal of a non-crucified Christ. She was talking about sanctuary—a place of restfulness, a home, a real shelter. Of course, she was mostly referring to the spiritual comfort that is ours to take advantage of.
After that segment of the sermon, she encouraged all who sat there to speak to each other about their own experiences of sanctuary. Gaura and I participated, and then, shortly thereafter, continued our walk back to our mandir, our temple. It was my turn on the roster to speak to our crowd. I used the theme of "sanctuary," quoting 18:66 from the Gita.
May the Source be with you!