Easter Sunday, April 2015 was the day I almost stole an easter egg in front of a witnessing crowd.
Inside the Holy Cross Church in Warsaw was a table with baskets and eggs guarded by a priest. There was also a basket with money. I assumed people could donate some money and get an easter egg in return. So I handed some coins and was about to get an egg when the priest started praying.
I felt shy to pick up an egg, since every one was praying. The moment the prayer was over, the priest blessed the baskets and then the people hurriedly took the baskets with eggs and left the church.
It dawned on me that every one there brought their own basket of eggs. So had I taken one from the table, it would have been stealing!
So what were these baskets with breads and eggs all about? A lady answered: “We want the priest to bless them. When we get home, we eat them.”
There were also small bottles filled with “holy water” for sale. A young man explained: “We sprinkle it on our food. For blessing. And we hope for good health.”
“You sprinkle the water while cooking the food?” I asked.
“No, when the food is spread on the table, ready to eat,” he answered.
In the Philippines, we have holy water – for driving away restless ghosts, according to my mom.
In Poland, we saw catholics kneeling in front of the altar, kissing Jesus’ nailed feet.
Confessional boxes were busy, too. I felt nostalgic so I went to confession: “Bless me father for I have sinned. My last confession was surely over 20 years ago.” I didn’t even know which sin to confess. There were too many remember through the years.
A tear fell – because of nostalgia. Soon I heard the priest’s stern voice giving me absolution and telling me to pray one Our Father, one Haily Mary and one Glory Be.
I left the confessional box and went straight to a pew. But it’s been such a long time ago that I chanted these prayers that I…hardly remembered the words…
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