Inside the ruins, we found a
chapel where some people were praying in silence. That somehow reminded us to
keep our voices down to avoid distracting them. So far, the local government
has managed to preserve the place partly through donations coming from
benevolent patrons.
From a ruthless scourge over a century ago, the cruel old volcano, on the other hand, has now become the island’s Calvary-like shrine, where people from all walks of life brave the steep trek to its peak as their way of making panaad, a religious vow of penitence and sacrifice during Lent.
I saw the walkway leading to
Vulcan Daan’s summit when we stopped by a row of souvenir shops on our way back
to Mambajao. Every year, it teems with throngs of pilgrims who take on the
punishing but rewarding journey to the top that somehow reminds them of
Christ's sufferings to save humanity from sin.
Along the pathway, the
penitents, according to one of the shop vendors I talked to, take occasional
stops to offer prayers in each station, which features life-size, whitewashed
cement statues depicting certain scenes of Via Dolorosa (Way of Suffering), the
path that Jesus trod on the way to his crucifixion.
Now that's one spectacle I
want to see come Holy Week next year.
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