Wednesday 26 June 2019

Santiago de Compostela: Saint James and The Field of Stars


In the autumn of 2015, an hour after I arrived alone by train at the city of Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain, I got lost trying to find my way around the old city in search of the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. 

Instead of finding the Cathedral, I found myself resting under a shed that sat on a hill overlooking a small park with the buildings of the old city in the horizon. It was late in the afternoon and yet I decided to stay and just quietly sat on the ledge. As the evening came, one by one, the stars over this pilgrim city, named after Saint James, the Great, revealed themselves.

‘Compostela’ came from the Latin words ‘campus stellae’, meaning ‘a field of stars’. And as I sat there gazing up the Galician night sky on a spot I claimed my own, I wondered whether the millions of other pilgrims that came before me during the past millennium had gazed at the same campus stellae and felt the same serenity, peace, and humility for being in the resting place of one of Jesus’ apostles.

St. James, the Great was the brother of St. John, the Evangelist, both sons of Zebedee and Mary Salome. And along with St. Peter and St. John, St. James, the Great (sometimes known as St. James, the Elder) was there during Christ’s agony in the Garden of Getsemane and His Transfiguration, two of the most important moments of His life.

According to traditional belief, St. James, the Great traveled to Romania Hispania (present-day Spain and Portugal) to preach the Gospel. There, he encountered difficulty and disheartenment. But on January 2, 40 CE, as he was praying at the banks of the Ebor River in Caesaraugusta (present-day Zaragoza), the Virgin Mary, accompanied by angels, appeared to him on a pillar to console and encourage him, and told him to return to Jerusalem. This apparition of the Virgin was the first known mystical occurrence of bilocation, a phenomenon where a person is in two places at the same time. The Virgin Mary was still on Earth and living in Jerusalem in Judaea when she appeared before St. James in Caesaraugusta. And on that spot where she appeared now stands the Basilica of Our Lady of the Pillar or the Nuestra Señora del Pilar in Zaragoza, Spain.

After his return to Jerusalem, in 43 CE, St. James was beheaded upon orders of Herod Agrippa, the king of Judaea at that time. According to the Acts of the Apostles, St. James, the Great was the first apostle to be martyred. After his death, his own apostles brought his body on a boat back to the Iberian Peninsula and buried him in a tomb in the area what is now Compostela in Galicia, Spain.

For centuries, his tomb was forgotten and neglected during the persecution of Christians. But in 814 CE, a hermit, who, upon seeing strange lights at night over a forest in Galicia, went to investigate and discovered a tomb. The lights over the forest might have been stars that guided the hermit. This gave the spiritual meaning to the Latin words ‘campus stellae’, which then gave Compostela its name.

A bishop informed King Alfonso II of this miracle. The monarch, who was said to have been the first ever pilgrim to St. James’ tomb, ordered the construction of a chapel over the sacred site, and over the succeeding centuries, construction and destruction of the church happened under different rulers. But in 1075, during the reign of Alfonso VI, the cathedral, which stands until today, started to take shape and the word about this holy site in Compostela spread across Europe. 

In the same year, it became an episcopal see and the church was elevated into a cathedral. In 1100, Pope Urban II made it an archiepiscopal see. And finally, in 1211, the Cathedral was consecrated in the presence of Alfonso IX.

Although the stories and sacred traditions about Santiago de Compostela are renowned and legendary, it is the individual journeys of each pilgrim that makes it special. It's not just a trip to a holy site to venerate the Apostle's resting place but a journey in search of one's faith or one's self. Each of the millions of pilgrims who traveled the network of European roads on foot, on a bike, or on a horse leading to Santiago de Compostela has a special story. Daily arrivals of pilgrims number to about 600 during spring and increase to a thousand during summer months.

A lady from England whom I met in Santiago told me she was not a Catholic but did the pilgrimage, popularly known as The Way of St. James or El Camino de Santiago in Spanish, because she did not know what to do with her life. And during her journey on foot from another Spanish city, she realized her life's meaning and was even tearful when I asked her what she learned about herself. 

Veit, a guy from Dortmund, Germany, biked for 2,000 kilometers and set up camp with Mihai, a guy from Ireland, in a spot next to the shed where I rested. Veit told me that kindness is still humanity's greatest trait as, during his two-month road trip, strangers gave him food, helped him repair a busted tire, and provided him with a place to sleep without asking anything in return. They both invited me to share in their simple dinner as they sat on the grass by their tent. As the people that visited Santiago de Compostela are pilgrims and not tourists, the energy of the place is spiritual. Faith, not sightseeing, brought everyone to this old city. 

On my visit to the Cathedral the day after I got lost, I joined the pilgrims in the traditional embracing of the golden statue of St. James behind the Cathedral's altar while chatting with an elder Spanish lady who told me more about the legend as we queued. 

After that, I went down to his crypt below the Cathedral and knelt before his tomb to say a prayer of thanksgiving, forgiveness, and peace. Learning its history, I realized the monarchs who constructed this place were my namesake. They might have provided the money, materials, and workers to build the cathedral, but it's the love, the faith, and the kindness of the pilgrims that, over the centuries, have provided inspiration and strength to everyone's journey to Santiago de Compostela.💗


(The silhouette of the Cathedral of 
Santiago de Compostela)

Sunday 9 June 2019

A Pinoy @ The Movies : Quezon's Game


I can't recall where I read about this story of humanity: the Philippines was able to bring in Jews from Europe giving them a safe haven and ensuring their survival from Hitler's diabolical purge. Surely, I didn't read this from Philippine history books or heard it from history classes at school. Or maybe my own school teachers didn't even know about this. (Sadly, the Philippine Department of Education lacks the competence to include regional and local history to its lessons at school.) Or maybe I read about it when Schindler's List was shown in local theaters years ago when someone tried to make the local connection.

The movie Quezon's Game is a story of how a Philippine president successfully brought to the Philippines more than a thousand Jews from Germany, saving them from oppression and execution. His name was Manuel L. Quezon, the president during the  Philippine Commonwealth from 1935 until 1944 when he died in the US from tuberculosis.

From 1938 until 1941, Quezon, with the help of Paul McNutt, then high commissioner to the Philippines and, would you believe, Dwight D. Eisenhower, then military adviser to the Philippine government and later the 34th American president (as the Philippines was a US colony at that time), and Jewish businessmen living in the Philippines, planned and successfully executed the expatriation of Jews to the Philippines, disguising their departure from Germany as employment for skilled professionals. 

While the movie was not like Steven Spielberg's Schindler's List where we saw (and eventually could not unsee) how the Nazi's carried out their purge, President Quezon, like Oskar Schindler, also had a list. As to how a list of 10,000 names just became 1,200, you have to see the movie.  

My knowledge of President Quezon is limited to what I learned from school: he led the Commonwealth government, exiled himself to the US during the Japanese Occupation, and died from TB there. And the sad fact that his widow and daughter were later killed by local rebels who rained bullets on their car in 1949.

But after watching this movie, I now place Manuel L. Quezon up there among Philippine leaders whose compassion for their people and humanity is more admirable than their political achievements. Raymond Bagatsing, the actor who played Quezon, and Rachel Alejandro, who played Aurora, his wife, both convinced me that this couple drew strength and shared each other's kindness for the Filipino and other races.

Last year, I discovered that President Manuel L. Quezon played a part in my hometown's history (Read blog here). In the late 1930s, our town mayor, Don Felix Montinola, met President Quezon at Baguio City to seek his help in building our town hall. I even have a photograph of our town mayor with President Quezon taken during that meeting. Now, I wonder whether, during that meeting, Quezon's plan to help save the Jews was already being discussed in whispers.

While my takeaway from Schindler's List was a better understanding of the Holocaust as well as its very memorable theme song (composed by John Williams and played on the violin by Itzhak Perlman), which, to me, is the saddest of all time, I bring home from Quezon's Game, the pride that, once in our history, we welcomed and gave refuge to brothers and sisters, not of our race, when other nations did not and would not.😢   

This movie is a must-see for all Filipinos. We should be aware of this part of our history and let's celebrate it as this is who we are as a race and as a nation.😂 This story should be part of every Philippine school's history lesson.

That day when I watched this film, I went inside the cinema curious. I came out as a proud Filipino.😋



PS. Quezon's Game has won several awards from film festivals in Texas, California, and Canada. These posters I used are courtesy of the movie's Facebook page.

Friday 7 June 2019

#itsmorefuninthePhilippines : Silay's Kansilayan Festival & Street Dancing Competition 😍



It is called the Paris of Negros because of its charm, heritage, and being home to famous artisans and artists, according to an article at Reader's Digest I read when I was in grade school. 





Well, Reader's Digest forgot to mention that, more than just a treasure of heritage homes and culture, for me, Silay City is my center of gastronomic delights on the Negros island here in the Philippines!



From fresh lumpia to panara, to dulce gatas and Monsignor Gaston's adobong milyonaryo! One lunch break or an afternoon wouldn't be enough to squeeze in these culinary treasures into one enjoyable meal time! That's why during the City's festivities, there's Kaon Ta Festival at the Balay Negrense grounds along the Cinco de Noviembre Street every June during the Kansilayan days. If it were not for this awful pandemic, I would have been there again myself!😃





Photographs of well-preserved heritage homes you'd see online couldn't even compare to the festival of flavors on your palate when you savor the native delicacies from recipes of old Silaynon families. And the one stop you can enjoy these goodies is El Ideal Restaurant which is just about five minutes from the Bacolod-Silay Airport. Whether you're arriving or departing from that airport, an enjoyable visit to El Ideal is a must!😄






On June 12 every year, Silay City celebrates the anniversary of its being declared a Chartered City, and it is one of the top 25 tourist destinations in the Philippines with its role as a center for the arts, culture, and ecotourism in this part of the country.





And to bring color, fun, and artistry to the streets of Silay City, the Kansilayan Festival holds its street dancing and arena competition, where creativity and showmanship of local Silaynon performers entertain and impress locals and tourists alike.




I am glad I was able to enjoy the street dancing competition last year. But with positivity and prayers, we will all celebrate the Kansilayan Festival again once this pandemic blows over.

These photographs remind me how fun it was, even under the heat of the noontime sun.😎










See you next time, Silay!😍