In Quiapo, Manila, and around the world, may have died, and the toll will surely rise still, in stampedes that result after the processions of religious images of Christ, Virgin Mary, and Saints. In a race to kiss, hold, or just even touch the images, people get injured, and others, unfortunately, die. This is true every year, and everywhere else.
People congregate during the feast of saints, and Christ who takes varied forms as Sto. Nino ( child Jesus), Jesus in the manger, or a Black Nazarene. The reasons too are as varied as the images. Having purchased a lottery ticket, the instant devotee pleads before the images and prays that the number combination will win. The dying, even against the advice of doctors, joins the procession to wipe off the moisture from the image and use it as the healing potion; this cure, even the cancer can be healed, so the belief goes. Or, a spinster in her 50’s, prays long and hard before the images, that Cupid will pierce the heart of her shining knight to be, and bind in one arrow, the two hearts bleeding and craving for each other’s love or lust.
Whoever said that the worship of God is unselfish, a pure form of devotion for the divine? Often, if not almost all, people worship not necessarily to thank God for everything that has been bestowed on them – the air, the sea, the wind, and yes, making human existence possible – but to ask for blessings, and more blessings, in an almost unending list of wants and desires which only death could end. Many join the processions of images, showing the piety and sheer devotion externally, but the innards of these men crave for the fruition of the earthly, selfish desires.
Moses, after his forty days of fasting, came back to his flock only to find that they worshipped wine, sex, food, and the graven images. So enraged was he that he destroyed the images, and castigated his people whom he redeemed from slavery from the hands of the pharaohs. Human race started paganism, by birthright. To shake the habits of men, of worshipping the sun, the sea, the moon, and stars, is like deleting from the memory man’s story that even predated Moses, and other prophets and patriarchs of Christianity.
Paganism, or at least, its hidden manifestations, will always be part of human history. Constantine the Great unified his army by rallying under the banner of the cross, and he tried to obliterate any form of idol worship. But as pointed out by Dan Brown in his controversial fiction wrapped in seeming historical narratives, DA VINCI CODE, paganism did not end with Constantine the Great: it only invaded Christianity from the inside. Look at the sun rays of Virgin Mary, the hierarchy of the saints, are not the rays emanate from the sun god Ra, or the saints, the different gods for different intentions?
The New Testament has reduced the Ten Commandments into two: Love your neighbour as you love yourself, but love God most of all. That God, if we follow the Christian teachings, commands that he should have the primacy of our total love is clear: Love God above all. Yet, when the Christians join the processions, sustain injuries, and even die, in the pursuit of the devotion to an image ( or even granting, it is a devotion to the persona the image represents), where does lie the primacy of God?
Allowing images in the Christian worship is a concession to human nature. Our senses must be sated somehow. The images we see should conjure in us the true persona the image represents. But when we see devotees push each other during processions, and therefore, hurt each other, the belief system may have been turned upside down: the persona is now reduced to a mere image, sheer, raw paganism. If these devotees truly worship the persona the image represents, then they must have imbibed the essence of Christianity, that is, to subordinate one’s selfish ends for the others. Yet, as we look at them pushing, kicking, shoving each other, and literally killing each other, in a race to hold, to kiss, and even to touch the image, what happens now to the core values the persona behind the image represents?
Paradoxically, religious procession is stripped of it’s basic substance: religiosity. First, the God persona is reduced to an image, and the worship of the latter violates the first commandment. Second, these processions run in opposite directions from the second commandment. Instead of giving way and loving the others in a procession, there we witness, the primal selfishness of man, of subordinating all others just so he attains the intentions why he joins the procession in the first place. How many bodies have we seen lie lifeless upon which other devotees laid their feet on? And why die in a procession if true devotion and love of God is shown when we, like the Good Samaritan, defer the form of religion and prefer the substance, by not going to the synagogue on a Sabbath day to help the injured and the dying in the street?
Images, saints, where should God be placed in between?






