Groupie with my awkward smile. :)
The hash tag blessed by the Pope
(#BlessedByThePope) was used by many netizens during the Papal visit when they
are posting photos with the Pope. This was started by a TV network here in the
Philippines. I did not use the hash tag on my posts in my social media accounts
but I feel so blessed.
Pope Francis, head of the Catholic
Church and of the Vatican City, arrived in the Philippines reminding the
faithful that he wants Jesus to be the center of his visit. I want to stress
this to those who are giving negative remarks about the Papal visit. I have
read some on my Facebook newsfeed, and as much as I want to say something it is
not really worth my time. I believe that we are all entitled with our own
opinion and the rights to fight the religion we believe.
These being said, I want to forget
what I read and move on to the story that I want to share. I was with nine
people with the million in attendance, in one rainy day, and with one mission –
to be in the same place with Pope Francis.
Last Saturday when I arrived home after
meeting one of my college friend my father asked me what time I am leaving for
the Concluding Mass of Pope Francis. I answered 4 am. I was surprised because
when I first ask permission he was hesitant. He rarely let me go to big
gatherings. I was so delighted, to think that I am still confused if I would go
without his permission (in our family it is important that we do things or go
to places with permission my parents specially my father). I immediately texted
our designated team leader informing her that I am going.
We rode in LRT to Recto, had a
stopover near Quiapo church, and walked in the streets of Manila that are along
the way to Quirino Grand Stand.
When we reached our destination our
next challenge were to get through the crowd and find a way get into one of the
quadrants being unharmed and not being separated from each other. I am telling
you that was a very – very big crowd. We are talking millions here. And, that
was one thing I fear being lost and separated in the sea of people. We hold
hands and line – up like the Boy Scouts do. We are like, okay follow the
leader. Whenever we feel we lost someone or we left someone behind we stopped
right on the spot where we are.
While walking slowly the things that
are going on in my mind were: 1. I should not be separated from my group. 2.
Focus on following who’s in our lead. 3. Be considerate with the elderly and
those who have their kids with them. 4. Be aware. 5. Never say the “B” (bomb)
word, and the most pressing question 6. What will I do if ever I will be
separated?
The police visibility and the number
of volunteers in the event help me get over in my anxiety. It also help that
the people are considerate.
Luckily we found a spot to wait
until 3 pm. We used a garbage bag as our picnic blanket. When it started to
rain we used the remaining bag as an improvised raincoat. That was an idea of
kuya Kalvs. Like us the rest of the crowd came in group, with their family,
with their friends, and I was with my SFC community. Some came prepared with
raincoats and even with umbrellas.
We endured the rain. How can we
complain when the Pope himself experience the rain in his visit in Palo, Leyte?
And so we wait until Pope Francis arrived.
When the arrival of the Pope
approaches we were all positive that we are going to see him because a reporter
from GMA 7 was stationed near in our place which is also near the open air auditorium.
But he did not and it was more than okay.
After all what I really want is to
be in the same place with the Pope, to be with the million Filipino in
celebrating the mass being lead by the Pope, and to feel the presence of Jesus
Christ with the Pope. Receiving the blessing of the Pope after the celebration
of the mass was surreal.
Now that the Pope already left the
Philippines I hope that we will not stop feeling of being blessed whether you
are a Catholic or not. I hope that we will not forget the purpose of his Papal
and State visit. One of them is to strengthen our relationships in the family
by praying together. His visit wakes me up in my personal struggles. Lastly, I am also reminded to be humble and to be simple. How about you?
The crowd before the rain. Look at that sky.
That's my cousin Reymond in a red hoodie. He's the one who brought an umbrella.
By 9 am it started to rain. See that big white umbrella that is where Connie Sison, a repoter from GMA 7 is positioned.
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