Today, I worked the Station of the cross through the online Visita Iglesia. I recall during the old days, my Mother used to take me along the nearby Church. Starting Maundy Thursday, Mama would almost always grouchingly, command me to go with her. She was telling me this in a manner wherein it made me feel that if I didn't go, I should feel guilty..
About something else: reflection - I guess they still do it today. Surmise as I should, for so many years I just wasn't there. God must have stopped counting the many Lenten years I was not there.
How powerful is the internet's allure that I could manage to stay online unmindful of the hours.. and yet fail to have the motivation to go to church on a Good Friday?
Maybe, there' is something wrong with my Christian values? Or perhaps, the Church may have failed in its objectives? After all, statistics show that church goers have been declining.
So to make this post productive ( put a little meaning) I have grabbed old but beautiful church pics from all over the country for my own delight and the readers study too. I hope that by viewing these Spanish made structures, we can be drawn nearer to God..
|Paoay, Ilocos Norte|
|Barasoain Church, Bulacan|
|Sto Nino Church in Cebu|