This is where our old church escapade began, San Pablo City, Laguna. 'Twas 9 a.m. that felt like 12 noon. The church was still closed when we got there so my kids prodded me to take their pictures instead of inspecting the building. It's a beautiful church that didn't strike me as centuries old, yet in fact, was built in 1714. The facade is simple, flat classical. The porch, is a fairly new addition, as I learned later.
The part I like most is the four storey campanile, crowned by a pointed roof with a cross and wind vane on top.
As the church opened, I sat myself on the last pew, feeling a bit guilty on my impulse to take pictures rather than kneel and pray first. After mumbling my respects, I started work. The interior is clean and simple from the nave to the chancel. The ceiling lent subtle drama to the space with it's decorated ribs. The rest of the fixtures are designed with uncomplicated geometric patterns and minimal embellishments, so I did not move any closer to the altar to take more photos.
With due respect to the east wall's significance, I thought perhaps the wood carvers' association of Paete might help upgrade the Cathedral's sparsely ornamented, wooden "retablos." Candelabra cum chandeliers somehow looked weird with day-light bulbs protruding from the sockets. These thoughts that I subconsciously murmured, were heard by my daughter who advised me to get out of the church lest I forget I'm a simple layman, not a critique.
Before we left the Cathedral, I was happy that my kids being photo addicts, were cooperative enough to pose for me in spite of the sweltering heat. And it was just the beginning....
Paul Little in his book "How to Give Away Your Faith" defines witnessing: