Sometime before 3 a.m. this morning, I woke up to the sound of prayer chanting outside my bedroom window. With my lights turned off, I looked outside the window and just outside my front gate, my neighbors who live directly across my apartment, were staging some sort of a strange vigil, saying the Our Father over and over again while marching around their L-200 service vehicle.
For some reason, it reminded me of the Ku Klux Klan burning crosses in the American South.
A religious group occupies the apartment across me. Although their community revolves around the Sto. Nino, or the Infant of Prague, they don't strike me as a group that belongs to mainstream Catholicism. They dress in white and they have their own "priest", certainly not the parish priest.
They give me the creeps, sometimes. They hold their worship service very early in the morning (I know because I wake up early for dragon boat practice).
They generally keep to themselves and I keep a respectful distance. The owner of the place is a good friend of mine, although he doesn't participate in the religious activities himself.
For some reason, it reminded me of the Ku Klux Klan burning crosses in the American South.
A religious group occupies the apartment across me. Although their community revolves around the Sto. Nino, or the Infant of Prague, they don't strike me as a group that belongs to mainstream Catholicism. They dress in white and they have their own "priest", certainly not the parish priest.
They give me the creeps, sometimes. They hold their worship service very early in the morning (I know because I wake up early for dragon boat practice).
They generally keep to themselves and I keep a respectful distance. The owner of the place is a good friend of mine, although he doesn't participate in the religious activities himself.
They were probably staging that vigil for some special occassion. Or perhaps, whatever or whoever was inside the L-200, there must have been some sort of a special send-off.
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