I went to Cebu with my friend Rem for the weekend and it was a great experience. For one, I finally reclaimed my blogging mojo, and after almost 20 days of constipation, I am pooping in The litter box again!
I think Cebu is a nice place altogether but I would not want to live there. It is a busy place, like a cleaner version of Manila, so it will not work out. LOL. There were many nice places we visited and I would like to start with the Basilica de Sto. Nino.
The Basilica de Sto. Nino is the first place we trooped to. It is near the Cebu Cathedral and a few steps away of Magellan’s cross. We heard the 6AM mass, literally we heard it because we could not understand a thing, lest the few English phrases the priest uttered during the sermon! But was it bad? No, in fact it gave me a very valuable experience.
As the first reading ended, a very interesting thing happened. There was this old lady who went to read next and she sang the Psalms off the bible. I did not know the Psalms were sung in Cebu masses and it was a very beautiful thing. The old lady sounded so beautiful, as if it was an angel singing. But Psalms were in Cebuano and my heart broke because it was so moving but I could not understand a thing.
The mass celebrated the Transfiguration of the Ginoo (I was surprised to find out that they call the Absolute “Ginoo”, because to us here in Luzon Ginoo means mister) and during the sermon, the same thing happened – it was in Cebuano. Still, I could not understand it! But the little that I could though told me it was a great sermon. The priest was really good and he also sang beautifully.
I was trying really hard not to show it to my friend, but I wanted to cry inside that church. I wanted to cry because I felt that I wanted the Absolute but I could not understand a thing being said about Him. I wanted to cry because inside me I felt so much longing that I cannot fill. I yearned to understand the words, the songs, but it simply cannot be. They were all too beautiful and so moving but I do not understand. It is every bit like hearing mass in China and thinking that masses in the country were said in Latin in the past is just upsetting!
But at the end of it, there was one thing that I learned. From this experience, I realized what it is like to long so bad for the Absolute, but even when I could not understand a thing, I felt that He is there. I may not understand Cebuano but if I look deep inside me, He is there and I could understand and most definitely I could feel every bit of that mass. That is what matters.
Up and coming: Fuerza de San Pedro, Cebu’s famous lechon, my first taste of artisan gellato, being lost in Carbon Market, Sky Experience Adventure at Crown Regency Hotel And Towers and insights in traveling by air.
BTW, this is my 350th post in three years 🙂