I’ve never been to Baclaran in my life. But I heard a lot of faithful stories about the devotion to Perpetual Help. It was just a typical pilgrimage between me and my friend Melyn who both went there last Sunday. We first attended the Feast and after wards, we both headed in Taft. Prior to that, I keep asking some friends back in office how to get there. One significant answer came from the person who knows how to get there. So I followed the advice.
I just found out later that while we were walking along EDSA Taft that we can almost walked along going to Church. And it shocked me because all I know is that we need to ride a jeep but instead we end up walking along the way. Funny, we both were wearing our Sunday dresses while heading towards it. It was like a ‘little Divisoria’ along the way, lots of stores, lots of booth selling clothes, shoes, bags, jewelries, foods, etc. It’s not that I’m complaining. It’s not that I’m not used to it, I’ve been also to Divisoria before.
It’s because it’s my first time to be in Baclaran and it wasn’t a smooth way that we’re heading. God was telling me something different. After thirty minutes of walking and sweating under the heat of the sun, I saw the gate and we entered. I heard a group of young boys and girls practicing with their instrument in the above alley, it made me remember my choir days during school days.
My friend Melyn, pointed me out in another way, which is the entrance. And to my surprise, many parishioners were inside the church, I thought there was a mass. But there was none. They were sitting there, praying. We entered in the mid hallway of the church and sat back in a vacant chair. It was a long walk because I was tired when I sit there. I grab my bottled water and drink first.
So I was there in front of the altar. Finally, one of my plans had happened. I closed my eyes and prayed. A lot of reason came on me as I pray. I thanked God for the healing he continuously pouring on me, for turning around my situation from bad experiences to a great one, for using my weaknesses as my strength to be motivated and go with my mission and for the remarkable blessings he’s giving me for the past four months. I thought I sleep because when I opened my eyes, I gained physical strength.
Other reason was lifting my personal why I keep pushing myself to the limit of reaching and teaching others about financial education. Not all people understand why is it important to save, invest, and build their future. It’s part of my mission and I will fulfill it. I asked God that He used me as an instrument and always build in me the heart of a servant.
As always, as I written in my last article ‘Wrestling with God’s Heart’, still keeping it. For the past two years, I thought I wouldn’t be able to recognize it, the feeling over something special. And I did. And I’m taking prevention before I let loose of myself and forgot all the dreams and aspirations that I planted in my heart. You’ll tease me why not enjoy it at the moment, it’s all natural in the world. But, but, I’m choosing the other end of the road.
My heart’s harmony doesn’t rely on what’s good at the moment. I wanted to keep a quiet heart about it. They were just a passing by instrument to remind me that I’m human being, that they were just an inspiration for me to go on and focus more in life.
After rounding up all the statue of saints in the lobby, we leave the church at 4:00 p.m. The sun still radiantly shining and it is still hot in the afternoon. I looked back at Baclaran, despite the busyness of parishioners and devotees praying, it was a great experience to let go of something so important and yet you mightily believe that in God’s right timing, He’ll revealed it.