Quiapo
Manila
It was getting dark but people still milled about on the street which was closed for vehicular
traffic. I casually walked around with the others. Then it came, slowly,
silently. People threw handkerchiefs, and shawls and shirts and had them rubbed
on the image. It’s
The Black Nazarene! In daytime, it’s almost impossible to
touch it, and devotees would have to wrestle and shove their way just to get
near it. But there it was in front of me. I suddenly had the strange feeling of
being chosen as if
The Black Nazarene was saying, Yes you, you’re the one!
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