CULTURAL NOTES
Richard Kinnud
It was one fine
late afternoon and I was heading home.
The sky is mostly cottony and the western horizon was pinkish due to the
glimmers of the setting sun. My body was
getting warm from more than a quarter of an hour trekking up the mountainside
and with some load, goods I got from a Christmas program I just attended. Some sweat springing from my head, a flat
terrain padded by finely growing grasses, and a lingering breeze serenading the
mountainside were too much a temptation for rest. I sat but eventually found myself lying on
my back and my load beside me. A while
ago in the village Christmas program, I got some bundles of backyard-grown
vegetables, some ganta of legumes, some bottle of locally brewed fruit wine and
a rooster. I also brought a wrap from
what is left of the boiled sweet potato served during the occasion. And then my ‘present’ from the
‘exchange-gift’ portion of the party which I suppose was some item bought from
the city and wrapped with a paper with pictures of Santa Claus all over it.
The city
was overlooking from where I laid down. There was crowd of houses which looked
like pile of Christmas gifts where at plain view. And as the pinkish horizon started turning
greyish, houses started to be invisible, replaced by flickers of light. Soon
they were like a cluster of stars that has descended on the dark mountain. I was trying to spot where were the lights of
a giant mall and the lights of the Christmas Villages but I could not find
them. When seen from afar, the lights do
not say anything about Christmas.
When I
left the city for this furlough to the mountain vilage, I saw that every corner
seems to speak of Christmas. The
streets, the parks, public buildings, business establishments and residences
are full of decors - lanterns of different shapes and colors, the star, the
Belen, and texts saying Merry Christmas/Happy New Year. At night, these are complemented by
lights. The malls and major department stores
are offering Christmas sale and other Christmas packages and the people seem to
be ready to spend. Institutions,
organizations, neighborhood, and fraternities were having their Christmas
parties featuring gifts pegged at expensive peso terms and elaborate food
preparations although some claim they have toned it down in deference to recent
calamities that struck the nation. The
air and radio frequencies are filled with Christmas music.
And at
nine days before Christmas, the church bells will start to ring every evening
or morning inviting lovers, families, friends, and other church goers to the
so-called Misa de Gallo (literally meaning rooster’s masses) and at the same
time enjoy native delicacies like arozcaldo, pansit, puto, guinataan and tupig
sold outside the churches after the mass.
It is safe to assume that the city folk is internalizing the
significance of every decoration,symbol, or routine to their lives although it
was Christmas slogan of a most patronized giant establishment says
"Everything here is like Christmas" which implies a possible
vagueness of the festivities.
There in
the village, the new leaves and flowers springing from trees, shrubs, and
grasses, and the seedbeds greening at the rice fields served as the Christmas
decorations of the thoroughfares. Only
the public school, the churches, and a few houses had Christmas lanterns. There were parties too held to celebrate
Christmas but homegrown vegetables, fruits, and fowls are the very much sought
Christmas gifts. A few though thinks
that items bought from the city are a much better kind. Food at those parties would usually feature
rice cakes, boiled potatoes, boiled rice, meat from poultry boiled with
vegetables from the garden and often mixed with sun-dried pork, and fried fish
from the pond fields. These approximates
the elaborate food preparation of the city folk although many of them wished
they had the food from the city. There
is no church bell ringing for the Misa de Gallo and people willing for a
sacrifice got to walk to the next village where the central mission station is
for them to attend a mass. The decors,
symbols, and routines here seem to be closer to what has been created for
humanity although many wish they can do or at least have semblance to the
adornments in the city that human creativity can have.
I tried
to look for fireflies around but there was none. In my childhood, there was abundance of it
such that when they fly around a tree at night, that tree would look like a
Christmas tree. I hope it was because of
the coldness of the season that none of them are flying for they love the warm
weather but many would say it was because of changes in the environment
particularly pollution that made them disappear. I surveyed the mountainside wishing I could
see one. Then I saw some lights flying
although they were not fireflies. The
lights were soaring above the city. The
giant malls must have staged some fireworks to attract more customers to profit
from in the guise of celebrating the season of Christmas.
Then the
rain fell so hard. I sat up, gathered my loads and tried to run. But my feet refused to straighten up. Then I woke up and the furlough at the
mountainside was simply a hallucination.
Suddenly,
I yearned for my hometown which is ten hours away by bus from this town center
where I am. The reality was that I was
at I slept while attending a Christmas program.
An intermission was just finished and the next part of the program is a
Christmas message from one of the institution’s VIPs. There was a lull between the two parts as it
seemed something went wrong with the sound system. This allowed me to catch up with the
conversation of two guys in front of me..
Guy 1
was telling Guy 2 that he does not actually believe in Christmas. His church preacher told him that Christmas
is a deception. The 25th nor any date in
December is impossibly the date of the birth of Christ. He went on to cite the bible verse which
states that Jesus, Saviour of man, was born at a time when His parents were
going for a civil registration as ordained by a ruler. It snows in December in the place the Bible
tells where Jesus was born. It would
have been impossible for the ruler to ordain something that inconveniences his
people, Guy 1 asserted. Guy 2
appreciated the logic but simply asked Guy 1 if he also believes in climate
change.
The
speaker on stage, after the sound-system glitch was fixed, started his message
with the line, “Jesus is the reason for Christmas.” Then went on to elaborate on this but I got
more interested with the discussions of Guy 1 and Guy 2. Guy 1, using the statements of the speaker,
raised a point that if indeed Jesus the Saviour is at the center of our lives,
why should people venerate Him with a deceptive season. He further raised the issue on Christmas
being of pagan origin including the symbols such as the Christmas tree, and the
mistletoe. Guy 1 was even precise on
pagan sources of these things. Guy 2
agreed that indeed believers of Jesus Christ should not participate in pagan
practices. Guy 2 however asserted that
it does not mean people should stop celebrating Christmas for people should
instead conquer the season for His glory.
Christians of the past did just that, Guy 2 concluded.
The
speaker went on to say the challenge of seeing Jesus amidst the vagueness of
things, and amongst the work of our human hands whether it be coming closer to
creation or daring human creativity. And
if the ‘seeing of Jesus’ is experienced, then that is the truth about
Christmas.
Christmas
therefore is not because one religion or some sects support it even if others
do not. It is a human experience, part
of living, loving, and even dying. And
as there are various human experiences, there are certainly then many ways of
celebrating Christmas.
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