I am not used to wake up too early in the morning just to hear mass for I usually do it not for any such reason other than to jog and make my body fit. But this time, I have been doing so to complete the nine days of Simbang Gabi, a promise to keep and fulfill for the birthday of my trusted and most generous friend, Jesus Christ.
The cold morning breeze dampens my face as I walk going to church with others who are also patiently fighting the temptation of lingering in bed in this cold and chilling weather.
The crowd of people inside the church at least warms up the
surroundings, usually enough to take my thick sweater off lest that I
perspire profusely.
The mass is well-celebrated by priests whose inspiring sermons strike everyone's heart and sometimes stir some emotions that make many people like me to silently cry or loudly laugh.
Indeed, Simbang Gabi is not just a tradition to observe but an act of thanksgiving for the hope of salvation that Jesus Christ, our loving and truthful friend, shared with us on the cross.
The mass is well-celebrated by priests whose inspiring sermons strike everyone's heart and sometimes stir some emotions that make many people like me to silently cry or loudly laugh.
Indeed, Simbang Gabi is not just a tradition to observe but an act of thanksgiving for the hope of salvation that Jesus Christ, our loving and truthful friend, shared with us on the cross.
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