For the first time in so many years I missed completing the nine mornings of the Misa de Gallo. I fell sick last Tuesday, and by Wednesday evening I was down in the dumps through the weekend.
Tuesday this week, though, I felt well enough. I woke up at a quarter before four and got to our parish church just as Mass was about to begin. I am happy to report that nothing much has changed. On the sixth day of the novena Mass, Sacred Heart was still packed with the devoted, and that's counting both the main church on the second floor as well as the first floor chapel and the church grounds. Likewise for Wednesday.
When I say packed, I really do mean packed. Sacred Heart is by no means a small church. Flanking the main altar are six sets of pews (three on each side), each with 20 to 24 pews. Each pew seats ten people. Add to that the people on the ground floor, and all told, that's close to 1,500 parishioners attending Mass. At 4:30 in the morning.
I like to think that I don't need numbers to affirm my Faith, but in the midst of these my brothers and sisters, I feel a little awed. It's wonderful to be a Filipino and it's wonderful to be Catholic.