Martes, Enero 20, 2015

Blessed by the Pope ~ We Love You Lolo Kiko!

THE PEOPLE’S POPE

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Until now I’m still overwhelmed by the pontiff’s 5-day state and pastoral visit to our country. This morning as I watched his motorcade taking the way to Villamor Air Base, I feel like a seven year old child feeling sad as her grandpa is waving goodbye to her. Yes, that’s exactly how I feel. Within me, there’s a voice saying, “I’m gonna miss you paps, please be back very soon.”



I won’t mind feeling this Pope Francis’ fever until forever – because the Pope’s effect on me is so divine and inspiring. It gives me the strange chill, that whenever I look at him or listen to his words, I’m filled by the Holy Spirit. I’m truly inspired by his holiness and his call for us Filipinos, to be missionary disciples of Jesus. He keeps reminding us that he is not the focus of this visit but Jesus Christ, and his words really touched each and everyone, reminding us all that Jesus is never letting us down and never will He ever let us down. I think that the Pope Francis’s effect is coming from the One that he represents. The holiness in him is overflowing that we get to share with this divine experience. We are drawn, we are affected, and we are touched.

Even before his arrival to the Philippines I’m already filled with so much excitement. That moment he arrived, when I saw his face peering through the airplanes’ window, I couldn’t help smiling and adoring the cute pope. He was smiling as he glanced outside where thousands of people were eagerly waiting to see and meet him. I was only watching on TV but I was affected by his contagious smile. Imagine all the people wearing that Pope Francis’ smile, what a peaceful world it would surely be!


I’m no longer a TV person but during the 5-day visit of Pope our TV has become active every day for 5 consecutive days. I kept up with all his activities from his first mass at the Manila Cathedral up to the send off coverage where I felt a strong emotional attachment, realizing to myself that I’m more than just a fan but I truly love Pope Francis deep within my heart. Who would not love this Pope who smiles so genuine and sincerely, who humbles himself in front of the many, who never judges the sinners but loves them instead? Indeed, Pope Francis is sacredly living in the Holy presence of God, in the Words of Jesus, in the presence of the Holy Spirit. And that divine truth is what makes him into a superb rockstar.

SUPERB EXPERIENCE, A GRACE-FILLED DAY AT QUIRINO GRANDSTAND

SPPSC laid their mats in front of the museum
Photo credits to Kuya Gerson Ranario
With our transparent bags and packed foods, the St. Peter Parish Shrine Choir camped overnight at the Luneta Park Saturday night. We wished to get a good spot on the concluding mass of the Pope so we got there as early as the night before. We arrived 10PM and found the areas around the statue of Lapu-Lapu almost jam packed with people who were planning the same thing: to be among the firsts to enter when the gate to grandstand opened at 6AM.

Picture time while waiting for the dawn
Photo credits to Kuya Gerson Ranario
We spread our mats in front of Museum of the Filipino People and in just few minutes the areas near us were also filled with many campers. People were nonstop from coming and the line to comfort rooms were unimaginably long. At 4AM we packed up and started walking towards the gate. At that time there was already a traffic congestion of people, who were shoulder to shoulder, skin to skin, and moving in a very slow speed. I didn’t know exactly at what time did the gate opened but around 5AM the slow pacing of the people improved. As expected of the always hyper Filipinos, everyone was anxious to get on the gate and there were surges of the crowd. You didn’t have to make an effort at all to move forward because you’d be carried away by the rush of people. When we got passed the scanner gate, the pace got slower again and this time was much challenging as it got harder to pass through the heavy swell of people in the area. The sluggish speed was even made slower by the people who did not proceed forward. Many had just laid their mats there, barring the path to walk on.

We persisted and cautiously squeezed our way through. From time to time we were hearing some groups shouting, “Medic! Medic!” It meant someone passed out and in need of medical attention. After we crossed the street going towards the Rizal Park the thick mob finally loosen up. We took the time to breathe and waited for our other companions who were left behind. People passed us by in haste, all racing to the grandstand area where the quadrants were close to being filled. We were quite confused because back in the scanner gate we encountered some people who were turning back. They said they had reached the grandstand and found it full already. But then it seemed like there were still spaces to occupy up there in the front because the people were still moving forward.

Photo credits to Richard Combenido
We reunited with our colleagues in front of the Chinese Garden. Being stressed by the active pack of believers, and fearing the possibilities of stampede, many of us had decided to just stay and get a spot near the huge monitor that was set up in the area. I understood their main concerns. Safety should always come first. But personally I really wanted to proceed; I wanted to try because there might be some little space left there for me in the upfront. One of my choimates, Sef, said he wanted to go and I said I wanted too. So we decided to try our luck and pushed our way through the swarm of the crowd.

It was a hard endeavour, squeezing through and squashing ourselves in the midst of other hopefuls. Every time we passed a tight gate there was always the surge of relief within us. It was like we were oxygenated after being choked up. Then another gateway would be braved and we would experience again the same feeling.

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Finally we made it to the grandstand and it was so much joy for us. With our legs and feet crying in pain, arms bruised, and body soaking in sweat, we luckily found a quadrant in the back area. The front was already filled but it was fine to be at the back, as long as it was within a quadrant where portalets were available. We spread our mat and took some rest. It was only 8:30AM by then and there were still long hours ahead of us before the holy mass. The line in the portalets was terribly long especially the line for the girls. I waited 2 hours before I came back to our spot and it was starting to drizzle already. We took our raincoat and enjoyed the light tapping of rain to our ponchos but in few hours the rain had poured out. It was around 12NN, still 3 hours before the Pope arrived. We were freezing in cold; our hands soaked in the rain, pale white and wrinkled. Our bags drenched and our shoes got a swimming pool inside where our feet were drowning. But we stayed and waited. And we didn’t mind waiting in the rain. The faith of the Filipinos is indeed, waterproof. No rainstorm could ever stop us.

SINGING AND DANCING IN THE RAIN

Photo credits to newsinfo.inquirer,net
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I’ve always fancied singing and dancing in the rain and the grandstand experience granted me this. The concluding mass of Pope Francis coincided with the Sinulog Feast so some of the attendees had brought their model of Sto. Nino. The emcee led the rehearsal of the Sinulog dance as preparation for the arrival of the Pope. It was followed by the rehearsal of the songs for the Holy Mass. Some might not find the emcee’s way amusing as he made the whole thing as entertaining as he could make it, such as teaching to the people the “Francis’ Wave”. It was the usual wave activity wherein the people waved their arms up from left to right, and the wave would be done in group from left to right as well. I’ve read some bashers wherein they thought the emcee had disturbed the solemnity of the event. While I shared with them the belief that the event was meant to be solemn, I quiet disagreed with the statement that the emcee had ruined it. We even prayed the rosary in between the rehearsal of the Sinulog dance and the Mass Songs. So how could they say that the emcee turned the event into a “Showtime” entertainment? In fact, it helped us to somehow stand the cold and the trembling that overpowering us. Standing there under the rain without moving or doing anything was a terrible suffering. But we endured it and when we go dancing the Sinulog dance the coldness was somehow lessened if not totally eased. The “Francis’ Wave” was also amusing that it diverted our attention from chilling to participating in the waving activity. I don’t think the bashers would say such a thing if they have stood there under the rain for long hours.

PAPA FRANCISCO, MAHAL NG PILIPINO!

Photo credits to newsinfo.inquirer.net
At 3PM Pope Francis arrived in his jeep-inspired pope mobile and the crowd became energetic and alive. The loud cheering of the people was the kind of merriment that I have never heard before. It wasn’t a fake or pretentious applause. The joyfulness was straight from the heart. And by just hearing the cheer of the crowd I’ve already had goose bump and tear-jerking emotion within me. Without seeing yet the pope but hearing only the people shouting, “We love you Pope Francis” I was already touched by what this good pope has done to Filipinos. He uplifted our spirit. He renewed our faith. And yes when he passed by our area the crowd was applauding and teary-eyed, you can feel the love that was coming from their heart because you feel it in your own heart too. And in there my emotional attachment to Lolo Kiko was made even stronger.

Pope Francis waved and smiled and he really glowed in personal. I thought he glowed only in photos because of the lighting effects but no, at that time, I saw him glowed in his pope mobile. It was normal for a white skin person to glow especially when he wore bright coloured apparel and under the strong lighting of the sun. But there was no sun at that time, and yet he glowed. I believed that was the Holy Spirit that was in him.

There was a moment of silence before the Holy Mass started. I must admit that I found it hard to concentrate to the mass due to the coldness that was killing me inside. But I have braved my way to get in there, and there should be no reason for me to not brave the remaining hours under the rain. I struggled focusing to the mass and I did it. In spite the trembling, teeth-chattering cold, I finished the mass and was blessed. It made me realized one thing though. The path to holiness is not an easy trail. We are all called to be holy but no one said it would be undemanding and trouble-free. There are lots of sacrifices to be made but it will all be worth it at the end. I realized it because through Pope Francis I got more inspired to devote myself to ministry, to serve the Lord with all my heart, with all my life. But yes, that day in the grandstand reminded me that it won’t be easy but it will all be worth it.

Here on earth there are many obstructions to our faith. We slide back to sins, we lose ourselves to human desire, and we forget the purpose of our beings. But through Jesus Christ we are redeemed and He’s never giving up on us, He’s never letting us down even though we did let Him down at some point in our lives. That day opened my eyes to the reality that the road to strong faith is not the smoothly cemented road with lush greenery and rich fauna on the side, but a rocky, steep, and often slippery road, that made us a survival at the end of the difficult journey. What I’m trying to say here is that there would be many things in the future that will challenge our faith and slide us back to being sinners, but we must get up after each fall, learn the lessons it taught us, and continue moving forward with Jesus Christ. There is no other way to do it, but with and through Jesus Christ. And that’s what Pope Francis keeps on reminding us.

WALANG SINUMAN ANG NABUBUHAY PARA SARILI LAMANG

The mass has ended and Archbishop Socrates Villegas delivered his speech of gratitude to our beloved Pope Francis. Every word spoken was true and sincere from the heart. I knew that we all shared with the same message that Archbishop Soc had given to Lolo Kiko. He indeed, is our sunshine in the rain. And yes, we are inspired by his call for us Filipinos to be missionary disciples of Jesus Christ. It has inspired me even more, fire up my heart to be a humble servant of Christ, and help in spreading the Gospel of Jesus’ love and salvation. It was a heartfelt speech of gratitude because this is what we really wanted to say to Pope Francis. There was again a loud cheering from the crowd and when the candles were lighted and the song “Tell the World of His Love” was sang, the whole Luneta was filled by the Holy Spirit. I knew it because I felt it and I knew the rest of the people had felt it too. The Holy Spirit was there, guiding us, uplifting us, renewing us.


Another emotional moment was when the “Pananagutan” was sung and Pope Francis started roaming around the grandstand in his pope mobile. Rosaries and handkerchiefs were waved in the air, hands raised up high, and the people were cheering at the top of their lungs. It was an overwhelming, tear-jerking experience, cheering and proclaiming the faith while hearing one of the most meaningful songs in the Catholic Church:

Walang sinuman ang nabubuhay para sa sarili lamang
Walang sinuman ang namamatay para sa sarili lamang
Tayong lahat ay may pananagutan sa isa’t isa
Tayong lahat ay tinipon ng Diyos na kapiling Niya

This encounter with Papa Francisco is a moment to cherish for a lifetime. I’m changed and renewed. I’m more inspired to remember and live by his teachings, etching them deeply into my heart. After the 5 Day stay of Pope Francis in the Philippines, I’m made stronger in my faith and for this I’m more inspired to be a missionary disciple of our brother Jesus Christ, our brother in the Lord our God, our Father. 

Thank you Pope Francis for giving us all the high the we need to uplift our spirit, our faith, our devotion to Jesus Christ. Mahal ka ng Pilipino! Mabuhay Ka! Mabuhay si Hesukristo na nasa Ating lahat! Amen. 

Miyerkules, Enero 14, 2015

TraveLore: Mt. Sembrano ~ A Divine Beauty! :)

I’ve been craving for mountain since November last year and finally my enthusiasm was satisfied when we conquered Mt. Sembrano last Saturday. It was my first hike for the year 2015, and by far, the rockiest trail I had in the four mountains that I climbed (hopefully I can add more this year). 

BRGY. MALAYA, PILILIA

Mt. Sembrano is a perfect trip for hikers who are yearning for challenging, yet minor climb. The mountain was seated between the towns of Jalajala and Pillila in Rizal. We assembled 5:30AM at the Edsa Crossing and rode a van bounded to Tanay. You will find the terminal of vans there in front of Starmall. It was only an hour and a half trip before you reached the Tanay market. We bought there some foods to nibble while we ride to Brgy. Malaya. There’s a terminal of Jeepneys in the market that charges a fare of PHP 23. Avoid riding the tricycle that offers a ride to Sembrano, because you'd be charged for a price that will knock you off.

It was only 30 minutes away from Brgy. Hall of Malaya. We registered our selves there and paid PHP 20. We are introduced to a guide that cost PHP 500. We were only three in the group but there were couple hikers there waiting for company so we agreed to climb altogether. That cost us only then PHP 100 each to complete his full compensation.

ROCKY TRAIL, SLIPPERY MUD, AND HEART-STOPPING EDGE OF THE ABYSS

Early part of our trail

We started walking our way up the asphalted road and upon reaching the top (of the asphalt) we were already catching our breath. In there the real adventure began. First, we trek on the rocky road with slippery soils. I don’t know if the road is always as dampened and moist as that time, or maybe it was only because of the recent raining. Good thing the rocks (of medium and big sizes) weren’t mossy or else we’d all go slipping throughout our rocky journey. 






The weather was good that day. It was sunny enough to keep the rocks dry saved for the soil that even moistened by the fallen, decomposing leaves. It was windy as well and surprisingly cool in spite of the sun. 






The first 30 minutes of rocky walks were just nothing compared to the next part of the trail. It was steeper, rockier, and muddier. And what was more challenging – the steeper, rockier, and muddier trail was on the edge of the abyss. One wrong slip and you’d go rolling down the slope, bumping off boulders and trees. Now that was something to blow you away. Well it did scare me while I was stepping on the path and almost to the point of slipping all the way down to the bottom. Our kuya guide was quite encouraging then. He was really reliable to give you a moral support. 





You know what he said that boosted my courage as high as the peak of Mt. Apo? He just revealed that a guy fell off right from the spot where we were standing. He rolled down, passing through the thorny bushes and giant roots of the trees, and to cap it off he ended down with a big, pointed rock pierced through his ribs. Okay, don’t get me wrong about our kuya guide; he was a nice fellow. He just really couldn’t help sharing this story with every hikers he meets and guides. 


So we proceeded on our way while keeping in mind the story of that unfortunate guy (seriously I felt depression upon hearing his story, may he rest in peace with our Lord). 

The slope was steep but the big rocks were big help to get you moving up. At least there were rocks here to hold to; unlike in Batulao where the soil was super dry and dusty that it's already gets so slippery. Much worse, there weren’t many rocks to hold to in Batulao. In Sembrano, you’d embrace the rocks to keep you from slipping and falling, and you’d almost eat the soil as you almost, literally, and enduringly crawl your way to the top. 



THE BUKO BREAK AND THE MANGGAHAN VILLAGE


We stopped for a quick break and indulged ourselves to the refreshing buko for only PHP 10. The windy weather added to our refreshment as we gulped the savoury juice and ate the soft and delicious white of the fruit. Nothing beat such a heavenly moment, getting sweet reward after the first quarter of hard trails. Hehe!

We continued our walks and in half an hour we reached the Manggahan village where we saw horses amazingly strutting their way up the slope, with seemingly no effort at all. Mangoes filled the area during the mango season but it wasn’t the fruit’s season yet. I was already planning to get myself a full grab of mangoes but it was an epic fail! No mangoes were seen! 



HARD TRAILS RESUMED...

We resumed on our trail and as Kuya guide warned us, the trails that followed were more difficult, sloppier, and more dangerous. This is not to scare you guys but just to remind you to always take extra care when traversing such a trail; be it a minor or major climb. There were round berry-like fruits scattered on the way which made the path all the more slippery. The slope was angled higher that we were compelled to take a sharp rise up the rocks and wet soil. Kuya was right when he told us, “mas gagapang kayo dito”, because we literally bent down to maintain our balance, almost moving forward on hands and knees, while exerting much effort to hold on to the rocks and carry our weight up and forward. 

THE HIGH GRASSES WITH THEIR RAZOR EDGES


Just like in Batulao, you would have to pass through the tall grasses in the trail to Mt. Sembrano peak. The strength of wind here was overwhelming (just like in Batulao). We were literally bending down to keep our balance because the strong blowing of wind was almost knocking us down; one mistake and we'd go rolling down the cliff. 


Of course we can’t hold on to the grasses because aside from the fact that they are unreliable to give support, they have sharp razor edges that can cut the skin. It is really important that you take the trail with proper clothing, with long sleeves or armband to protect your arms from the cuts. Protect your face as well and wear something to cover your head from the direct rays of the sun. 



THE BREATHTAKING SUMMIT



We arrived in the North Peak at around 12NN. We took a break there while admiring the sight of the South Peak which is the highest part of Sembrano Mountain. 



We proceeded on our way and reached the summit. It is always a breathtaking view in any mountain peaks but Sembrano offered one of the most jaw-dropping sights. The challenging trail we went through caused the surges of relief and joy in us when we finally reached the summit. I felt like shouting in awe that I made it. There was a time during the trek that I almost considered giving up and going back. Haha, now that was something silly. Thank goodness I never did that. 


We took the time to lie down on the grass and refresh ourselves. We shared our snacks, red forest tasty bread and chocolates, and ooh lalala they were awesome. These were the ordinary foods we eat everyday but it was different up there, where everything tasted like heaven.  







After few minutes of relaxing we started taking the obligatory shots. You know, posing on the camera with the magnificent background behind you. It was quite challenging to maintain our posture because every time the wind was blowing we were staggering on our feet, strengthening our knees to keep our balance. Lightweight people has the tendency to be carried away here haha. Good thing we're heavy. 



The view up there is indescribable. Beautiful and breathtaking are quite an understatement. The spectacles of the mountain ranges, of naval blue ocean, of the specks of buildings and houses below, and of the lush greenery – everywhere your eyes lay upon exuded such a divine magnificence. I stood there looking at the majestic works of God that surround me and I couldn’t help thinking – that in the vastness of this world, we human are just thousands of tiny dots from above, we are not even visible from the highest place in the mountains, what more from the place where our Lord is. But yet we remain to be His most precious children, we are MAGNIFIED! This is what I love most when hiking mountains, aside from witnessing the glory of God, I’m realizing even more His great love for us. To God be the Glory!!! 




Itinerary and Expenses:

5:30AM - Assembly at EDSA Crossing.
            - Quick bite at 7 eleven            - PHP 50
            - Purchased snacks                    - PHP 100
6AM      - Rode a van bound to Tanay    -  PHP 70
7:30AM  - Arrived at Tanay Market
             -Rode a jeep to Brgy. Malaya   - PHP 23
             - Purchased fruits to eat :)       - PHP 60
8AM       - Arrived at Brgy Hall.
             - Registration                          - PHP 20
             - Hired our guide for P 500       - PHP 100/pax (we were 5 in the group)
8:15AM  - Ascend
10AM     - Break at Manggahan Village
11:30AM-  North Summit
12NN     -  South Summit
12:30PM - Descend
2PM       - Manggahan Villag
             - Side trip sa Falls / tampisaw time :)
2:30PM   - Resume descend
4:30PM   - Arrived back at Brgy. Hall
5PM        - Rode a jeep to Tanay Market - PHP 23
5:30PM   - Arrived Tanay Market
              - Dinner at Chowking                - PHP 112
6PM        - Rode Van to EDSA                   - PHP 70
8PM        - Arrived at EDSA Crossing


TOTAL EXPENSES                                     PHP 628