I was walking through Naga about an hour ago. My parents were leading the way and we were about to pass the front of a church when I noticed that my Dad took off his hat.
Coincidence? No.
My Mom touched her forehead, then her heart, then one shoulder, and then the other.
Just as we passed the far gate my Dad replaced is hat.
The Presence of the Spirit (I’m not religious, per se) is so pervasive it’s a bit unsettling. Underneath everything everyone has to do here is a fear and reverence for an Almighty.
Before a driver begins the meat of his/her journey, you’ll see people make the sign of the cross. I always think they know something I don’ t know.
