Before getting to
the Terminal at Tagbak Station, the Jeepney I was riding in passed by the Jaro
Cathedral as the locals call it also known as
The Parish of Our Lady of Candles.
So I cried out "Lugar lang" our very own version of "Mama, para".
I was
able to walk up the stairs and I took pictures of the belfry across the street,
the statue in the altar covered with glass, the intricate wall of the
church and I was left with one dilemma. I had no picture of my own in this church. So
I asked a boy to take my picture. He's one of those kids who stay at church
selling candles. I gave him five pesos after he took two shots. I reviewed the
pictures and I couldn't complain. It's the downside of travelling alone- no one
is there to take your pictures.
I remember when I was 9 or 10 , my Nanay usually brings me to a Catechism meeting with her friends every Wednesday night. When I grew older, I joined the annual summer youth camp of our church and there I learned so many things. These may be the main reasons why Churches amaze me big time!
Fun Fact: Graciano
Lopez Jaena was baptized in this same church. He's one of our national heroes.
He's Ilonggo and is famous for his revolutionary news paper, La Solidaridad. At 18, he also wrote the
satirical story "Fray Botod". I knew about this through the funny
conversations I had with Drew. He's a
Social Studies teacher . Ask him a question and he would have supporting facts that would give you a feel of that same
Araling Panlipunan nostalgia in grade school.
I went inside the church and said my prayers and I thanked the Lord for keeping my family safe. I was not able to take pictures inside the church so as not to bother the devout churchgoers praying at that same time. Then, I went out, feeling excited to take that Jeepney ride to Tagbak, then I'm a 3-hour ride away from home.
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