Last week before spending a short weekend escape in Baguio, I and my friends stopped over and heard a Holy Mass in the Shrine Our Lady of the Rosary of Manaoag in Pangasinan. And during this very Holy Mass only did I realize that every time the Offertory is about to begin the person that enters my mind is my father.
Offertory would always remind me of my childhood, my father and the numerous episodes of my family hearing Mass in Baclaran Church. When the choir starts singing to indicate the start of the Offertory, my father would automatically dig his hand in his pocket and would hand me and my siblings a couple of coins. These are the same coins that we would naively put inside the collection bag being reached out and brought around the church to collect cash donations.
This simple episode that constantly reactivates in my memory every offertory, I guess is the modest and humble symbolism that reminds me about my father being the family’s able provider and role model. This simple act (I guess) is the symbol which in a way developed in me the concept of charity, kindness and sharing.
Aside from enriching my soul and taking the opportunity to thank the Heavenly Father for all the blessings he showers me, attending the Holy Mass is also an avenue to remind myself that I actually had a “good” father.
Happy Father’s Day Tatay…