Post Festum, Peste
The feast of the Sto. Niño in Kalibo had been celebrated. And DYRU reported of some violence and felonies committed. Some hosts complained of some bottles of beer left opened but unconsumed; some salad left to rot in a corner.
Yesterday's feast was for some a little bit off of their expectations:
1. the celebration was too commercialized;
2. the organizers were a little bit unorganized;
3. the weather refused to cooperate;
4. the Vatican failed to appoint a new Bishop in time for the celebration (a parishioner was complaining of the election of Fr. Dalida as the Diocesan administrator, noting that he's "too young" --read, with little experience--for the task)
Personally, the feast was grace-filled. Me and my two "lives"--Vita & Vida, managed to get inside the crowded cathedral to hear mass. We were hard up paying attention but something happened after the final blessings, just when the priest rallied the faithful: Viva kay Sr. Sto. Niño! At first, we were reluctant to join in the charade of responding "Viva" with such gusto. Yet Fr. Sayon called us again and we gave in. And in giving in and letting go, joy knocked in into our hearts.
Such joy lingered into our hearts and souls that it led us to share it with others. Vita and Vida were animated and no longer complaining of being tired or dizzy. They just wanted to join the crowd in the street dancing and revelry despite the weather. It doesn't affect them that there was no bishop to intone the gloria. They were oblivious of the issue of mismanagement and commercialism and their eyes and ears were shielded from the violence and felonies committed by some individuals. They just wanted to celebrate the feast of the Christ Child with their childlike innocence.
We left Kalibo right after the procession. We went home after being at the House of the Father, convinced that we've strayed in his house for His "business". As we ride the Ceres, I prayed silently that I could be his instrument to shepherd my kids to grow in knowledge and wisdom and grace.
Yesterday's feast was for some a little bit off of their expectations:
1. the celebration was too commercialized;
2. the organizers were a little bit unorganized;
3. the weather refused to cooperate;
4. the Vatican failed to appoint a new Bishop in time for the celebration (a parishioner was complaining of the election of Fr. Dalida as the Diocesan administrator, noting that he's "too young" --read, with little experience--for the task)
Personally, the feast was grace-filled. Me and my two "lives"--Vita & Vida, managed to get inside the crowded cathedral to hear mass. We were hard up paying attention but something happened after the final blessings, just when the priest rallied the faithful: Viva kay Sr. Sto. Niño! At first, we were reluctant to join in the charade of responding "Viva" with such gusto. Yet Fr. Sayon called us again and we gave in. And in giving in and letting go, joy knocked in into our hearts.
Such joy lingered into our hearts and souls that it led us to share it with others. Vita and Vida were animated and no longer complaining of being tired or dizzy. They just wanted to join the crowd in the street dancing and revelry despite the weather. It doesn't affect them that there was no bishop to intone the gloria. They were oblivious of the issue of mismanagement and commercialism and their eyes and ears were shielded from the violence and felonies committed by some individuals. They just wanted to celebrate the feast of the Christ Child with their childlike innocence.
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