My Holy Week
Forgive me for not commenting back at your blogs, I was out from the blogosphere for five days. And in this post, I’ll narrate to you what happened to me in that span of five days. And oh, for the atheists out there, I suppose, you may skip this entry.
Palm Sunday
My family went to the church and hear mass. In the afternoon, we went to our ancestral house in Macabebe, Pampanga. The antique image of Jesus praying in the garden of Gethsemane was brought down from the second floor of the house.
Holy Monday & Tuesday
I was just at home surfing the internet in a very slow connection.
Holy Wednesday
We attended the procession here at San Fernando, Pampanga. It’s not a big deal to me walking for an hour. I’m used to it, I’ve been joining processions since I was still a kid.
Maundy Thursday
I woke up with fever! Because of this, I was not able to go with my father and my younger sister who went to Dangwa, a fresh flower market near UST. We go there every year during the Holy Week to buy — obviously — flowers. The flowers that we buy there are used during the next day (I’ll elaborate this later).
In the evening, we had our Visita Iglesia or “Church visit.” I was not feeling well at that time, I’m just glad that nothing bad had happened to me.
And this is the Church in Masantol, Pampanga, it was my favorite among the churches that we visited.
Good Friday
When we arrived at our ancestral house, the image of Jesus praying in the garden of Gethsemane was already in the carriage and the man that my father hired was already putting the flowers that they bought the other day.
And after a few hours…
At 6:00 pm, we brought the image to the church which is situated near our ancestral house. When we got there, the other images depicting individual scenes of the events that happened between Jesus’ arrest and his burial were already there.
In my mother side, we also have an image of Jesus, this time, his entry to Jerusalem. It’s just new and this was the first time that it was included in the procession.
The procession lasted for two hours because there were so many people who attended it, but one has to walk only an hour to finish it.
So when we got back to the church after the procession…
Where were the flowers gone? Oh, the people stole them! Yeah, I know, it’s funny. I even exclaimed loud and clear “People are so funny sometimes.”
Black Saturday
We packed almost everything that we used for the procession: the bulbs, nails, screws.
Easter Sunday
I’m back here at home stuck at my room, surfing the internet.
Happy Easter everyone!
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