Bloor Street Parade Watch

And now for my newest blog installment: The Bloor Street Parade Watch. Tis the season when every weekend I'm awakened by a parade passing right by my apartment. Yesterday saw about a billion U of T frosh screaming through the streets in different colour t-shirts. But that's nothing compared to today: The Jesus in the City parade. Carribean music accompanies men dressed in robes dragging enormous crosses behind them. Trucks carrying five-piece bands. Salsa. Funk. Soul. But bongos are my favourite. One truck is named the River of God. This is much better than the white man's Jesus parades. I feel like I'm in a gospel church. Everyone's dancing, clapping, singing, waving flags, actually chanting Jesus' name in song. The signs I see from my window: "Make his priase glorious." "Exodus." "The happiest people on earth." "The Lord lives." "The Lord Reigns." "If you've tried everything and everything failed, try Jesus." "Say No to drugs, guns and gangs. Say yes to Jesus." And my personal favourite: "Jesus is coming back."