When I was young, my Tatay and I would watch a parade of shirtless men doing penance. And that used to scare me a lot.
My mother would make an altar in our terrace and groups of old and young women would come to our house and pray.
You would hardly find your favorite shows on TV. People would speak in low voices and would refuse to eat meat.
People did not use to travel a lot, worried they would meet an accident because the Lord was ‘weak.’
And on Good Friday, we had to take a bath before the clock struck 3. That was the time Jesus Christ died on the cross, our folks would tell us.
Now things have changed. People go to the beach. Our fave TV shows are on the air till Wednesday. People don’t mind eating meat.
Most of them have become more open-minded and practical that they have already realized that what’s important is we never forget how God gave His Son Jesus and how Jesus gave up His life and faced His fate just to save us.