when my sister, mabeth and i met on tuesday, the two girls talked about going to baclaran church (aka mother of perpetual help church) the next day. mabeth was just a meter away from me when she asked me to go with them but i pretended to be deaf, blind and pipi.
they both know that i'm not really a religious person. i was...but something happened along the way, and now, i couldn't find the religious faith that i grew up with. all i know is that, one doesn't have to be religious to do good deeds. as long as i am not hurting anyone, as long as i try to help those who need me, as long as i don't loose my values, i can sleep well at night.
but since going-to-church got two votes out of three, i gave in and tried to conform with the majority.
wednesday. baclaran's big day. like BIG day. i've never seen so many people gathered in one place at a time since 1995's world youth day. we had to squeeze ourselves through a crowd of street vendors, cars and devoteès to get in the church's vicinity. in the end, we ended in the left wing of the church. we stood amongst people who had different intentions of being there, but with the same intense faith.
i was more of an outsider in that scenario. an observer as to how people lift up their prayers to the god and a listener to the priest's sermon.
this is a country of people who trusts the god more than anything else in the world. all their problems (even the petty worries in life) and thanksgiving are all raised to the god in heaven. even through diversity and adversity, they are bound together in prayers. i salute them. i admire their faith. i know, for sure, that whatever struggles they
may have in life, the Filipino faith is one of a kind...the kind that survives the tests of life.
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