I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by 
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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop A Sweet (First) Communion
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop A Sweet (First) Communion | A Sweet (First) Communion |
| Tuesday, 07 October 2008 | |
 I am not a perfect person. Farfetched from being holy. Although there are times that I fail in keeping my obligations as a Roman Catholic and as a Christian, I still hold on tight to my faith. And when I learned that I was leaving the country, I could say that I was worried about this one particular thing-- what if there isn't a church near the place that I will be staying? When I was in the Philippines, the churches were accessible. I could take a ride or I could just walk and I'm there. I could drop by after office or even after doing my (window) shopping at the malls. Des and I (out of the blue) would even go to Baclaran church in the middle of the night. I, actually, feel a little sad that I wasn't able to visit that church for the last time before I left. I just love the comfort of being inside the church. When I am happy or sad. When I am worry-free or when life seems to play hard on me. For me, it's just like visiting a friend's house and having quality time with that friend every time. I cannot live without a church nearby. That's just it. And boy, I was bouncing with joy when I have learned that the Catholic church in my brother's area is accessible via walking (altho' they never walk here). Yes, they never walk. And so I cherish my 10-year-old niece for walking with me last Sunday. She doesn't like walking but she walked with me to hear mass last Sunday. "Can't you drive tita?" "I can but I don't have a license." "Oh! You can drive, nobody will know." "Is this your first time to walk around here?" "Yes, tita." "Well, there's always a first time... and a next." She just looked at me as if asking to have pity on her. "See that? That's the church. If there are no houses there or if they have an open access to that road, we're already there." "Uhh... Tita, can we just jump over the fences?" I am just fond of walking. And it's from the church that I did most of my forty-minute briskwalks in Makati. Here, it's just a matter of five. And it was my first time to hear mass here in a foreign country last Sunday. Indeed, a sweet communion. We're blessed. Thank You, Lord. |
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