Flashbacks - Holy Week '08
I know I promised I'll blog about Bohol but I have this old draft about Holy Week just sitting here and it's already August getting closer to Christmas and before you know it it'll be Holy Week all over again, so I figured I'll finish it, if you don't mind. Then I'll do Bohol, ok?
Holy Week came early this year. I'm not sure how the Church determines when Holy Week's going to be each year. I've always remembered Holy Week during the month of April but for some reason Holy Monday fell on March 17 for 2008.
I was approached by nearby St. Paul Novitiate here where we go and hear mass to be one of the apostles in the washing of the feet ceremonies to be held Holy Thursday. That was a pretty strange experience where the twelve of us went in front of the church by the altar as the priest proceeded to wash our feet.
That night Donna and I, after joining the procession in downtown San Fernando (or was it during our Holy Thursday Visita Iglesia? You'll have to excuse my memory, I can't remember what I had for lunch two days ago, let alone what happened 4-5 months ago!) dropped by a Sindalan chapel where the Passion of the Christ (Pasyon) was being sung. I remember growing up where they serve full meals to guests during the Pabasa. I was told they don't do this anymore but a little kid surprised us by offering us some Tetra packed juice drink.
Here are a few pictures of some of the churches we visited during Visita Iglesia '08. We even got to see friend Tess Ibay David in one of them, don't remember which one, though. There goes the solemnity of Holy Thursday with these jolly gals! My first shot was actually by the altar of St. Paul Novitiate. It's cool the way they cut out an image of Christ. It has an awesome effect once the lights got turned off. Don't remember the other churches. We also noticed a few penitents during our Visita Iglesia. I guess they were trying to escape the heat of the day!
We also got to hear some of the Pasyon at the San Jose chapel while a penitent was beating himself bloody in front. Didn't realize penitents do it at night as well. I shot a short video of the Pasyon being read, you can check it out here. Of course, it's sung/read in Capampangan.
Friend Nita Tiomico (don't know her married name) hails from Barangay Cutud. This is the place made famous by guys being literally nailed to the cross on Good Fridays. It also happens to be their Barrio Fiesta. So Donna and I went, not for the nailing on the cross (way too crowded and hot) but for the Fiesta. You know how we are, food hounds!! Why do you think we've gained so much weight! I think my belt is starting to disappear again. Goodness gracious! I miss the days when I can see my belt beneath my belly! Anyway..
This is actually our first experience here in Cutud. It turned out the whole barrio/barangay reenacts The Passion. We were on Nita's terrace watching as "Roman soldiers" arrest "Jesus" and walks him towards "Golgotta". Right in front of their house was when 'Veronica' wipes his face with that famous cloth. All through it all, all kinds of penitents are on the street beating themselves silly.
Donna and I joined the procession both Holy Wednesday and Good Friday. The route on Holy Wednesday was from the front of the cathedral towards the market on the road going to San Jose and then we made a left on McArthur Highway and made another immediate left going back to the market, on to the rotonda behind the church. Then we made a U-turn in front of the PLDT building to the former Essel supermarket and back to the church. The Good Friday route was similar although a tad longer. Instead of making a left from McArthur Highway back to the town proper, we proceeded all the way towards the former Cafe Fernandino, made a U-turn by the huge water tower and on past Iglesia ni Cristo and San Fernando Elementary School, then turned right on the rotonda by the former Estrella Theater building which now holds Chow King, Jollibee, etc. Then we followed the same route as Wednesday night, to PLDT, etc. The Good Friday route was made longer because in the past, the front end of the procession arrives at the church but the end hasn't left yet. That takes about 2 hours of walking, praying the rosary about half the time. When we passed by the old houses of the Lazatin and Rodriguez, people were watching on windows throwing out either candies or sampaguita petals.
Holy Week came early this year. I'm not sure how the Church determines when Holy Week's going to be each year. I've always remembered Holy Week during the month of April but for some reason Holy Monday fell on March 17 for 2008.
I was approached by nearby St. Paul Novitiate here where we go and hear mass to be one of the apostles in the washing of the feet ceremonies to be held Holy Thursday. That was a pretty strange experience where the twelve of us went in front of the church by the altar as the priest proceeded to wash our feet.
That night Donna and I, after joining the procession in downtown San Fernando (or was it during our Holy Thursday Visita Iglesia? You'll have to excuse my memory, I can't remember what I had for lunch two days ago, let alone what happened 4-5 months ago!) dropped by a Sindalan chapel where the Passion of the Christ (Pasyon) was being sung. I remember growing up where they serve full meals to guests during the Pabasa. I was told they don't do this anymore but a little kid surprised us by offering us some Tetra packed juice drink.
Here are a few pictures of some of the churches we visited during Visita Iglesia '08. We even got to see friend Tess Ibay David in one of them, don't remember which one, though. There goes the solemnity of Holy Thursday with these jolly gals! My first shot was actually by the altar of St. Paul Novitiate. It's cool the way they cut out an image of Christ. It has an awesome effect once the lights got turned off. Don't remember the other churches. We also noticed a few penitents during our Visita Iglesia. I guess they were trying to escape the heat of the day!
We also got to hear some of the Pasyon at the San Jose chapel while a penitent was beating himself bloody in front. Didn't realize penitents do it at night as well. I shot a short video of the Pasyon being read, you can check it out here. Of course, it's sung/read in Capampangan.
Friend Nita Tiomico (don't know her married name) hails from Barangay Cutud. This is the place made famous by guys being literally nailed to the cross on Good Fridays. It also happens to be their Barrio Fiesta. So Donna and I went, not for the nailing on the cross (way too crowded and hot) but for the Fiesta. You know how we are, food hounds!! Why do you think we've gained so much weight! I think my belt is starting to disappear again. Goodness gracious! I miss the days when I can see my belt beneath my belly! Anyway..
This is actually our first experience here in Cutud. It turned out the whole barrio/barangay reenacts The Passion. We were on Nita's terrace watching as "Roman soldiers" arrest "Jesus" and walks him towards "Golgotta". Right in front of their house was when 'Veronica' wipes his face with that famous cloth. All through it all, all kinds of penitents are on the street beating themselves silly.
Donna and I joined the procession both Holy Wednesday and Good Friday. The route on Holy Wednesday was from the front of the cathedral towards the market on the road going to San Jose and then we made a left on McArthur Highway and made another immediate left going back to the market, on to the rotonda behind the church. Then we made a U-turn in front of the PLDT building to the former Essel supermarket and back to the church. The Good Friday route was similar although a tad longer. Instead of making a left from McArthur Highway back to the town proper, we proceeded all the way towards the former Cafe Fernandino, made a U-turn by the huge water tower and on past Iglesia ni Cristo and San Fernando Elementary School, then turned right on the rotonda by the former Estrella Theater building which now holds Chow King, Jollibee, etc. Then we followed the same route as Wednesday night, to PLDT, etc. The Good Friday route was made longer because in the past, the front end of the procession arrives at the church but the end hasn't left yet. That takes about 2 hours of walking, praying the rosary about half the time. When we passed by the old houses of the Lazatin and Rodriguez, people were watching on windows throwing out either candies or sampaguita petals.
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