today is the feast day of san lorenzo ruiz de manila (the first filipino saint)..
to honor our patron saint, many filipinos went to the cathedral.. the san gabriel youth re-enacted his life.. it was so humbling.. the torture he went thru was extremely brutal.. aside from the usual whipping, kickin, & hitting, the japanese would put long pins in between his fingers & then pull them out quickly like they were pluckin chicken feathers.. after that was done, they put a funnel in san lorenzo's mouth & poured gallons of water until his body can no longer take it.. they lay him down, put a wooden board on his stomach, and take turns jumpin on him until the water would squirt out of the natural exits (ears, nose, mouth, eyes, and anus).. he was then crucified upside down & rope would ensure extra bleeding.. imagine the courage & faith he must have.. as the story was narrated, i began reflecting on my own life.. would i have done the same? or would i renounce my faith at the moment of trial?.. it was then that i reaffirmed my need to stand up for God.. i can't simply just be a "convenient" christian - one who calls herself a follower when things look bright.. that is why this journey of mine is still in progress..
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after the mass celebration, my mom told me to say good bye to fr. brian.. (oh for u new folks, i've been avoiding father cuz i haven't been altar-serving for a whole year.. and i'd feel so embarassed every time i see him).. "that's ok, mom.. i'll say hello to him tomorrow.. we're comin back here anyway.".. "all right, anak.. tomorrow na lang.".. yes, i got away with not sayin bye! whoo hoo or so i thought!.. haha..
my mom & i headed towards the rectory cuz we wanted to inquire about the dinner hall for my grandparents' golden anniversary.. by coincidence, my favorite priest fr. brian was standin right in the middle.. yikes! before i could turn around & walk away.. "well, well, well.. who do we have here?" busted! i turned completely red.. he threatened me.. jk.. naw, he was just playin around.. i was pullin my mom closer to the elevator to make my get-away.. "so, i'll be seein u tomorrow @ 7:30am sharp.. u are in high heels, of course!".. eek, how can he believe that i can't walk when i was wearin 4 inch heels..
and today, sunday, 7:30 am sharp, i was at the cathedral dressed in my white alb.. sure felt good, but i was anticipating the comments that will soon fly towards me.. and sure enough, they did.. "so, is this for good?" "and, are u goin to stay with us for 3 months & leave for a year?" "how was ur vacation? didn't miss us, huh?".. i deserved it.. i felt sooo bad tho.. while serving, i was especially careful about the way i walk & the speed.. poor me, i couldn't catch up with them (tito mark, mark, omar, & christine).. they had tremendous patience with me tho.. anyhow, durin the washin of the hands, fr. brian made sure that he splashed me with water.. drenched on top!.. he had the "evil grin".. haha.. i'm gonna get him back.. and durin the peace be with u, father shook my hand & said "welcome back!" instead of the usual.. what a punk!
in conclusion, no matter how much they bagged on me today, i love them soooooooo much.. it's good to be back!
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today is the feast day of san lorenzo ruiz de manila (the first filipino saint)..
to honor our patron saint, many filipinos went to the cathedral.. the san gabriel youth re-enacted his life.. it was so humbling.. the torture he went thru was extremely brutal.. aside from the usual whipping, kickin, & hitting, the japanese would put long pins in between his fingers & then pull them out quickly like they were pluckin chicken feathers.. after that was done, they put a funnel in san lorenzo's mouth & poured gallons of water until his body can no longer take it.. they lay him down, put a wooden board on his stomach, and take turns jumpin on him until the water would squirt out of the natural exits (ears, nose, mouth, eyes, and anus).. he was then crucified upside down & rope would ensure extra bleeding.. imagine the courage & faith he must have.. as the story was narrated, i began reflecting on my own life.. would i have done the same? or would i renounce my faith at the moment of trial?.. it was then that i reaffirmed my need to stand up for God.. i can't simply just be a "convenient" christian - one who calls herself a follower when things look bright.. that is why this journey of mine is still in progress..
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after the mass celebration, my mom told me to say good bye to fr. brian.. (oh for u new folks, i've been avoiding father cuz i haven't been altar-serving for a whole year.. and i'd feel so embarassed every time i see him).. "that's ok, mom.. i'll say hello to him tomorrow.. we're comin back here anyway.".. "all right, anak.. tomorrow na lang.".. yes, i got away with not sayin bye! whoo hoo or so i thought!.. haha..
my mom & i headed towards the rectory cuz we wanted to inquire about the dinner hall for my grandparents' golden anniversary.. by coincidence, my favorite priest fr. brian was standin right in the middle.. yikes! before i could turn around & walk away.. "well, well, well.. who do we have here?" busted! i turned completely red.. he threatened me.. jk.. naw, he was just playin around.. i was pullin my mom closer to the elevator to make my get-away.. "so, i'll be seein u tomorrow @ 7:30am sharp.. u are in high heels, of course!".. eek, how can he believe that i can't walk when i was wearin 4 inch heels..
and today, sunday, 7:30 am sharp, i was at the cathedral dressed in my white alb.. sure felt good, but i was anticipating the comments that will soon fly towards me.. and sure enough, they did.. "so, is this for good?" "and, are u goin to stay with us for 3 months & leave for a year?" "how was ur vacation? didn't miss us, huh?".. i deserved it.. i felt sooo bad tho.. while serving, i was especially careful about the way i walk & the speed.. poor me, i couldn't catch up with them (tito mark, mark, omar, & christine).. they had tremendous patience with me tho.. anyhow, durin the washin of the hands, fr. brian made sure that he splashed me with water.. drenched on top!.. he had the "evil grin".. haha.. i'm gonna get him back.. and durin the peace be with u, father shook my hand & said "welcome back!" instead of the usual.. what a punk!
in conclusion, no matter how much they bagged on me today, i love them soooooooo much.. it's good to be back!