Well, from 08:00pm to 10:00pm, the four of us (which included the boy) attended Easter Vigil Mass. The lights inside the church were turned off. Then the three priest and two servers went outdoors to mark and light the Easter candle, which will be burning for forty days.
Then the procession started along the right of of moi (or rather from the side door) with the five in front, followed by 33 candle bearers. A mysterious 34th candle bearer came forth down the aisle and towards the alter.
The open prayers and readings were said. The choir master sang as if summoning the Imam. The tonality of his voice reminded me of an Islamic prayer. Since my hearing is not all that good and the speakers via the microphone systems were horrible, I imagined being in prayer at a local Mosque.
Then baptism for four people was done, followed by the confirmation of the lucky 13, who got their red scarves, too. Photos were taken by a very red-faced, old white guy. Then the Eucharist mass and more prayers were said and done.
All the while my back was hurting from taking a late shower after working the WHOLE friggin’ day just removing my years compulsive hoarding. But thanks to the low-dosage aspiring (81 mg), I managed to minimize the fidgeting on the hard wooden pew.
This is truly a day of baptism – getting rid of the old and making more room for more junk later on. There were some periodicals, newsletters and magazines hiding in shoe boxes, plastic bags and a large box, similarly designed like a take-out of Chinese box. I’m still not finished with old clothes and old books, though. Dammit.
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