It has been the family’s tradition to visit fourteen churches for Visita Iglesia every Maundy Thursday. We would go around Manila and pray at chosen churches, give praises to the Lord, ask for forgiveness and guidance, or ask for more blessings. Quite honestly, doing this practice is one of the things that excites me during Holy Week. I have this belief that my prayers are stronger when I go to churches, all the more when I visit a church for the first time. Crazy, I know.
For this year, we went to Nuestra Señora de Aranzazu Parish Church, San Roque Church, Monasterio de Santa Clara, Christ the King Parish Church, St. Francis of Assisi Parish, Malate Church, Ermita Shrine, Manila Cathedral, San Agustin Church, San Sebastian Church, Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Parish, St. Paul the Apostle Parish Church, Christ the King Church along E. Rodriquez Sr. Ave., and Sacred Heart Parish. Among all those fourteen, Manila Cathedral is my favorite. Actually, that historical church is in our list every year. Anyway, I took so many photos during the whole trip (I think nearly a hundred) because the thought of me being present in many different churches in just one day makes me really enthusiastic. Not all photos are pretty, though. And of course I’m not posting everything for that would be absolutely wild!
Alec was portraying that sad face because he wanted some cotton candy. Hahaha. And by the way, why do you have to wear those white socks? Frankly, it sucks. I hate boys wearing white socks as part of their ‘porma.’ Personally, it’s just so annoying. -_-
In the middle of Visita Iglesia-ing, we felt intense hunger. As in we were all so pale and my mom even got dizzy. So after visiting the fifth church, we had dinner. It took a while before we finally decided where to eat, though.
After charging up, we continued visiting nine more churches. This time, with more energy. Yay!
So that wraps up our Visita Iglesia 2012. Others say Holy Week is too mainstream. I can’t be against them because that’s their own opinion, that’s how they see it. It may be mainstream, but it may also bring out the soft side in us. It is really a time wherein we can all reflect, I mean everybody. Holy Week is my time for deep reflection. I may be as bad as fuck but that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to dedicate this week, or at least this day, to my Lord, so do other [bad] people out there. You see, people change. And it’s not as if they can’t change for the better. I guess all this world needs is time, only a perfect time. Just saying.