This was one of those times. A little church located off the side of Hurontario Street in Caledon on my way home from hiking.
As you may be able to tell by the shadows on the small church, the day was long and the church had been closed already.
That's too bad because I would have entered and gladly so, not because I am religious by any sect or ceremony, but I believe in the soul and serendipity and that all things come to us by plan. Maybe that sounds silly - I think what I mean to say is that I believe our destinies change by the choices we make.
Being inside a church, especially old empty ones, can make me feel closer to what I believe religion was meant to do for us - heal us. I truly believe we all have the power to heal ourselves if we shut off everything around us and listen.
Churches too I think are made to be beautiful so that it would be easier to make people submit to believing in something greater than themselves.
Click here to read about the interesting history I discovered about this place.
