Baclaran Church
13th Sep 2009 by Chris Its been years since I last set foot in this Church. I did not get to sleep at all the night before, and so I was weary when we got there. We were lucky to have heard the first Mass. It was nothing like I’ve expected.
When I was young, I would hop around the benches and count them from the start to the end while my mom was praying the rosary while kneeling. She would start to kneel and pray at the very foot of the church stairs. I would sometimes walk beside her or count the kneelers and hop alongside of her. I didn’t even know what she was praying for. I didn’t even know why she had to pray in the position. Life was fresh and new to me. No sadness, no pain. Just mama and me and praying in the Church. more…
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