Aerial shot of Iloilo City
I'm no great champion of the church, but it was discomfiting and saddening to see how the Christmas Eve mass was far from overflowing with people. (We go to Santa Maria Parish, which was specifically established for the Filipino-Chinese community in Iloilo City.)
Discomfiting, because, as the celebrant of the last Aguinaldo mass said, our presence in church is itself a reflection of the state of our faith. But what of the scandals that have rocked this institution - the RH Bill, for example? Neanderthal cardinals out there still stand by the belief that condoms have no place in this world (and in preventing the spread of infections). No wonder people are leaving.
Saddening, because the merry mood of Christmas is, in fact, an infection that spreads through the cool wintry breeze. The joyous, festive atmosphere of mass is but a reflection of the attendance. And Christmas Eve mass is my favorite.
Perhaps Galadriel's words are our best guide: The world is (changing). I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
Not related, really; I just couldn't resist.