The Holy Week is a Christian’s time for reflection. Some may have forgotten this but I guess that the call for a time to relax away from a very stressful work life is in order. I did not plan to go out of town this Holy Week as I knew that others needed this time more than I did. So I stayed in the house and did some household chores along with attempting to work on a project that nears its due.
I also visited several churches along with my mother – Sto. Domingo Church, the church at the University of Santo Tomas, Quiapo Church (Basilica), San Agustin Church, Manila Cathedral, Binondo Church and lastly, (I saved the best for last), Parish of the Holy Sacrifice.
I noticed quite a lot of things. In the Sto. Domingo Church, they were aiming to merge technology with the way they held their mass. The church at the University of Santo Tomas is more orthodox and kept the mass more traditional and conventional. The Quiapo Church has a lot of devout followers. I guess the Black Nazarene is a popular grantor of a lot of wishes and deep, heartfelt prayers. The San Agustin Church rightly put a sign against flash photography. A lot of people are turning churches into tourist destinations instead of taking the time to silently pray. The Manila Cathedral was airconditioned. My mother and I wondered how much they were paying for their electricity bill. The Binondo Church was quaint with a lot of gaudy colored lights. And finally, my heart lay at peace with the Parish of Holy Sacrifice at the University of the Philippines, Diliman campus. There, I kneeled the way our Moslem brothers and sisters do when they pray. And I prayed.
I prayed for the well-being and eventual recovery of my grandmother who is now bedridden and cannot move her joints that much. I prayed for guidance for my whole family and my friends. And I prayed for world peace – a green kind of peace.
I asked my mother a lot of things – why China is strong-arming her way against our territory – and I asked her why my father is still at odds with her even after the annulment of their marriage. But I remember this strongly, I asked my mother about the Holy Catholic church – why she still considers herself a Roman Catholic even after all the atrocities that the church did in the name of the Cross. She answered me, “A Church (as in capital C) is different from the church. The Holy Catholic Church is with us. It is not a physical edifice. Our body is the temple of Jesus Christ.” And I believe in that, too. I believed her.
After all this quiet time of reflection, I decided that it is time to make my next move. I plan to sign myself up with an NGO with a peace advocacy. I plan to enter the peace talks in Mindanao and help resolve the conflict between Moslems and Christians here in these islands and eventually propagate that lasting peace to the rest of the world. I would delay my dreams of game development for now for a better future for humankind and the rest of the world. That is my cause. That is my purpose.
I am now living a purpose-driven life.