Every once in a year, a whole week is designated to be holy to commemorate the day when Jesus Christ sacrificed His life to free us from our sins. It starts on Palm Sunday and ends on Black Saturday. At present, Filipinos, especially the Catholics, have their own unique way of celebrating Holy Week. Some have themselves hang on the cross while other hurt themselves until blood drip from their skins.
I have once witnessed a practice like this. Number of barefooted guys walked the roadside with their faces covered, except their eyes, while slamming into their back a bundle of nails and needles. What I witnessed neither shocked me nor won pity from my heart. I don’t know the reason but maybe I do not see the sincerity in their hearts.
Some spend the whole day and night for prayers. Some spend their Holy Week vacations on the beaches or provinces. Some are just contented to stay home, like me.
No matter how each and everyone celebrate Holy Week, I wish that we’ll be able to reminisce Jesus Christ’s love for all of us. I hope that it will be spent to activities that is worthy in the eyes of God. I hope that the true spirit of Holy Week be observed especially on Good Friday.
Early in the morning, the aroma of the coffee boiling from the kitchen wakes me up for a new day. With a cup of coffee and some pieces of pandesal, my family and I would gather surround a bonfire prepared outside the house. This is our fun way of warming ourselves from the coldness of the breeze. While enjoying our coffee, every one of us would share a story. Sometimes we talk about household choirs, sometimes we talk about politicians, and most of the time we talk about current events. From there, my grandfather would teach us values to keep and guide our acts. While having fun and pondering on every thought, the cocks would join us as they crow.
