As I walked into the new SCBC, I was astonished as to how it took 5 years to plan and build this foreign building which I would soon call my home church. I have seen the architect model and the blue prints, and have always wondered what it would be like being here, the feeling was surreal, throughout these whole 5 years, I thought, “hmm, if we were at the new church…" however my imagination was not quite up to what I would really thought… while I was happy to see the new church, and smell its newness, I couldn’t help but miss the old church.
During Joshua fellowship, I kept reflecting at the memories I had with the old SCBC. In that very location, right on Huntingwood and Birchmount, was where I grew up, where I spent almost 14 years of my Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, and Summers at. Where I grew my knowledge of Christianity, where I learned to meet new people, lose and find new friends. Where memories held so near. Sunday school, pioneer clubs (from being a member to being a helper to being a teacher’s helper), Day camp, junior choir,.. etc, Having Sunday school in Stephen Leacock was another thing that made Sunday schools different, when people go to Leacock for Sunday school, it was like a promotion, like, we are upgraded to go there, we are the older, the smarter, and the more independent kids, now at the new SCBC, everyone has Sunday school downstairs, and it loses that kind of ‘proudness’ it would take a hundred books to write down all the memories.
The old building: had a weird smell, that only it contained, you always knew when someone was cooking in the kitchen because it had a unique smell to it, there were funny colours, the gym, with its endless basketballs bouncing around, the dimness of it, the atmosphere told you that you were home, I was familiar to that place, I knew how to get around all the places, the shortcuts, it all! But as I stood at the new building, I felt so foreign, I didn’t know how to get to the different places, the kitchen was closed, the gym was closed, it was so empty…
My feelings are weird, I really treasure the old SCBC days, and yet, I do look forward to seeing what new doors the new SCBC would have, what different stories would be there, what memories would be formed.
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