When I read the gospel last Sunday, all I can think about was my experience a while ago. Sorry for ranting, but here it goes
We went to Aluba parish, in a mixture of anxiety and hope, we were going to interview a rather infamous priest ( yes Father Casi, this one’s for you ). So we went, a little shy at first, and asked a guy sitting in the front porche, where father Casi was.
“Kakalakaw ra baya”
“WHAT?” I thought in my head, well, father Boy must be here though
“Ni agto bayag manila”
*What the hell*, asa diay tung secretary niya, kuya?
Then came the plastic male –insert bad word here- secretary who I met with to schedule my appointment with Father Casi, which I booked LAST WEEK. Needless, to say, plastic smiles abound as we heard him rant his excuses, and plastic smiles were plastered as we booked another appointment with father Casi.
What were we to do? Baba nalang, just take our chance at the Cathedral. So there we were, a bunch of students in uniform, knocking in the god-knows-what buildings beside the cathedral and politely asking where we can find a priest willing to be interviewed.
Our querires pointed us to the Bishop’s House where we and waited. waited. When finally a priest arrived,, we asked him if we can kindly interview him.
“Mu agto pa man ko sa Cathedral”
It was understandable really, if we just hadn’t seen him in sports attire, and riding a tricycle to Trendline. Well, well, unsaun ta man
So we just decided to let go to the Cathedral and let the presiding priest finish the mass, and when he finally did (And we finally got to ask him), He gave us a hasty rambling about how he’s tired, and doesn’t want to be interviewed.
There was a time when I thought, there was only one kind of priest, you know, priest= kind, compassionate, understanding, and spiritually honed with the ability to let the people understand Christianity. No snob priests, or bad priests or whatever, I mean, yes maybe they did exist, but I thought they were the exception, not the norm.
What I couldn’t understand is, they’ve trained their lives for this! Couldn’t they at least show compassion? Now I really understand what the gospel meant. Of preaching the word of God, yet acting otherwise.
I always thought your job was to be there for the people in need. Oh well, guess I was wrong.
Yeass, to all “priests” out there, that’s for you 🙂