Trip to Quiapo

For the very first Friday.
and its 01-01-10







My father decided to go to Quiapo to hear a mass. I always wanted to come with him, and this must be the perfect time. For the very first Friday, we are there to hear a mass and thus to be in a crowd that seems very hard to pass and it was, believe me! I almost see how our fellowmen devote their time to the Black Nazarene. Their devotion amazed me. Back then, when were still young, our father bring us to that church. He even tours us. He narrated to us the developments in Manila. Their life during those times in the noisy crowd. I admire the heart of Manila.

Our trip to Quiapo was really challenging. With its crowd so hard to imagine how they increased as the hour passed by. We almost break down during that moment. We held each other’s presence so tight because of the people passing. We were like ants from a far. Moreover, if you are not patient, you will end up escaping that place. As the holy water reached us, we feel energized and ready to face again the crowd.

Our fellow kababayans never forget to take time to give thanks to their creator. From different walks of life, I see how they religiously value their God among the rest.