Devotees from all over the metropolis walked barefoot to Quiapo church on Good Friday, some carrying their crucifixes while others had elaborate floats. I was just an observer.
People walked the empty stretch of the main street while neighborhood kids found a temporary playground.
Towels, towels and more towels, but not a shade from the sun.
Ice cold water, free for everyone. If only it were like this everyday.
Snake oil to cure sickness, in case prayers don’t work.
The Miranda clan and their float.
Crossing to the other side.
Spikey enjoying the free breakfast.
Religious icons or idols?
Santo Niño, the image of the child Jesus.
Devotees throw towels to wipe the face, hands and crucifix of the image of Jesus Christ.
Outside the church.
At the plaza outside the church, prayers are sung.
Grooming, in public.
Many people endure physical sacrifice on Good Friday for reasons known only to them. Some walk barefoot, others flagellate themselves, and still others go all the way and allow their hands and feet to be nailed to the cross as Jesus was. We all have our own crosses to bear.
How far would I go with my personal sacrifices? There is already too much pain and suffering in this world, and adding my own pains and sufferings wouldn’t change anything at all. It is time we stop punishing ourselves and create something proactively positive instead.