Sundays.
Simbang Gabi 2007 at the Church of the GesuToday's a Sunday, but instead of having a quiet day with my family, I'm stuck inside my room, trying to keep away from the noise my sister and her friends are making. She again rented this videoke machine for the day, so she and her officemates can have their GA here at home. It's all a big hassle, if you ask me.
Dad's out, working. Yes, even on a Sunday. He's part of the investigating committee of this Qantas Jet that emergency landed in NAIA.
You know what, I miss the Sundays we used to have when I was a kid. It was special, and it really felt like Sundays are for the family. When mom was still here, we used to either go out, or order pizza, then we'd go to mass in the afternoon. And then when she passed away and my sister lived in Cebu, Papa and I would watch movies every week. It didn't matter that the movies were crappy, we just had to go out every week. We'd eat Wendy's Bacon Mushroom Melt inside the movie house, and have Dairy Queen ice cream before we went home.
But perhaps what I miss the most is going to Church services. It may be Catholic, or any other denomination (given our family's history, this isn't surprising), I just miss the feeling of going someplace to worship.
Fine. I've never really been the religious kind. In fact, I abhor having to conform to whatever religion says is right of wrong. I can argue intellectually about why people should not blindly follow what whatever religion says, and I still stand by whatever those arguments are. It's just that my mind may be satisfied with it, but I don't think my soul is. I feel like I'm still missing something.
Our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee... -- Confessions, St. Augustine
I don't know. It may just be nostalgia or plain idleness that I'm saying things like these. But nevertheless, it would be nice to feel close to Him again.
Dad's out, working. Yes, even on a Sunday. He's part of the investigating committee of this Qantas Jet that emergency landed in NAIA.
You know what, I miss the Sundays we used to have when I was a kid. It was special, and it really felt like Sundays are for the family. When mom was still here, we used to either go out, or order pizza, then we'd go to mass in the afternoon. And then when she passed away and my sister lived in Cebu, Papa and I would watch movies every week. It didn't matter that the movies were crappy, we just had to go out every week. We'd eat Wendy's Bacon Mushroom Melt inside the movie house, and have Dairy Queen ice cream before we went home.
But perhaps what I miss the most is going to Church services. It may be Catholic, or any other denomination (given our family's history, this isn't surprising), I just miss the feeling of going someplace to worship.
Fine. I've never really been the religious kind. In fact, I abhor having to conform to whatever religion says is right of wrong. I can argue intellectually about why people should not blindly follow what whatever religion says, and I still stand by whatever those arguments are. It's just that my mind may be satisfied with it, but I don't think my soul is. I feel like I'm still missing something.
Our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee... -- Confessions, St. Augustine
I don't know. It may just be nostalgia or plain idleness that I'm saying things like these. But nevertheless, it would be nice to feel close to Him again.
posted by Leigh Villegas at
4:02 PM
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