It’s been
a while since my last blog post. I wanted to share some photos and experiences
I had in the past few my months but I couldn’t find the time and strength to
write because real life got in the way. Anyhow, today I was inspired to write
about my encounter with Pope Francis during his recent visit in the Philippines.
Fast
forward 20 years later, these are the same feelings I felt when Pope Francis
passed by in front of me, my sister and cousin, and the millions of Filipinos
waiting to catch even the slightest glimpse of him. Like our first encounter
with Pope John Paul II, our encounter with Pope Francis was spontaneous. We
didn’t have any plans to personally attend his mass or ceremonies. We were
contented to watch him on TV. After all, it was a 5-day work holiday and we all
have our own holiday plans but our Catholic faith got the better of us. I asked
my sister and my cousin if they wanted to go with me and see the Pope on his
way to the airport before his flight back to Rome. Turns out they were thinking the same
thing.
We arrived
at the airport gate at five in the morning, five hours before his scheduled
flight, but there were already throngs of people waiting for the Pope to
arrive. The atmosphere was light and festive in spite of the fact that each of
the people there had to sacrifice just to see the Pope. We were lucky to be
blessed with a beautiful weather but had to endure standing under the sun for
hours along with thousands of people in slightly muddy soil. Yet, no one
complained.
And then
finally Pope Francis passed by in front of us and I felt the same feeling I
felt when I saw Pope John Paul II in person 20 years ago – electrifying. The
few seconds that he was in our line of vision felt like minutes long. It was
surreal and my hands and legs were shaking. Everyone was so excited when they
saw the Pope that no one was bothered even if they were pushed and shoved
around. Thanks to modern technology I was able to conveniently record that special
moment.