Good Friday

It is Good Friday and I miss the celebration in the Philippines. I even miss the longgggg seven last words... yes I grew up going to church to listen to the 7 last words. Eventhough the church will be overflowing with people and so hot, still we manage to stay there the whole time.

In the recent years though, we learn to just listen the 7 last words in tv. So many things has changed!

One of the best memories that I can always remember during Good Friday is the stations of the cross around our parish. I think it was our good friend Fr. Arlims who initiated this station of cross. It was really a sacrifice to walk for hours in the heat of the sun and do the stations of the cross.