A Glimpse of Community
I just recently flew in from Iloilo, the place of my family heritage. I visited our ancestral home and attended the funeral of my grandfather, my father's uncle. As I sit around and visited with family members and friends, I got a good glimpse of what their sense of community is. Traditions that are dying together with the septagarians who have kept it for so many, many years.
My greatfather is one of the first migrants of the small town of Maasin, coming from the next town of Cabatuan, to be the first municipal mayor and judge of Maasin. My grandfather also came from Sta. Barbara, married my grandmother and stayed in Maasin until his demise decades ago.
My grandfather's wake was nothing less than extravagant - I think. The wake lasted for 2 weeks. The family made several tents in the street where our house is and fed everyone in the community everyday - breakfast, lunch, dinner - for the whole 2 weeks. They had to butcher 2 cows and several pigs and chicken for the event. The community participated in cooking and preparing the house for the guests. It was their way of saying they are with the bereaved. And for the bereaved they felt they were responsible in giving back to the whole community by feeding them. They were not doing it grudgingly but with pure joy because they feel they have a responsibility towards each otehr. During the funeral, the jeepneys were just willing to give people a free ride to and from the cemetery. In the church, everyone also participated.
For somebody coming from the city, I sometimes think of such traditions as wasteful use of time, energy and resources especially in a funeral. But for the people involved it was their expression of love and affection to members of their own community. Being an action person, I sometimes dread going home to Iloilo thinking that I have nothing to do there and so if I go the most I can stay will be 1 day. We, city dwellers, are sometimes so conscious of our personal space, our privacy and it is becoming a me-thing. But in a true community, personal spaces are sometimes sacrificed for the sake of the community. And when we give up our personal space and comfort, it opens doors for us for others to come in our lives and be with us. It is a time for us to connect with others and share our lives with them.
I wonder if this kind of community was what Jesus experienced at the time of the death of his good friend, Lazarus. Or when everybody was gathered in the home of a member of a community - Zaccheaus, Matthew, etc. and the gospels are filled with stories where Jesus was with large crowds even in private homes. Yes, Jesus went to the mountain or garden to spend time with God but when he is not praying Jesus was always with the people and his community. The community loved him because he spent time with them. The teachers of the Law did not because they considered themselves above the community.
I am thankful that God had opened my eyes and now I can see.


