I always looked forward to the month of May as a kid. A devout Catholic, my mom would always enrol me in the parish catechism class for the entire month of May. Catechism class would be from 8 a.m. until noon. Afternoon would always be siesta so I would grow up strong and healthy, Mom would tell me. But at 5 p.m., Mom would always bring me back to San Nicolas Church for the Flores De Mayo, a 30-day adoration to Mama Mary. Singing Dios Te Salve and Salve Regina with other kids was always an excitement while we offer kalachuchi to the image of Mama Mary.
As a student of catechism, I enjoyed bible story telling. A seminarian catechist would always read in front of our class of 20. The storyteller would narrate stories in artistic and lively manner. It would always feel like I was being transported to the biblical era.
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