HOLY Week is about taking stock of your spiritual life in the light of Christ’s Passion and Death, so that you will realize what an idiot you’ve been the whole year complaining about the high prices of gasoline while the greatest Man who ever lived had to ride a dumb ass on his way to be ganged up bloody hell in Jerusalem.
Most important of all, Holy Week is about accepting the extremely spiritual truth that from being one of the most highly respected beer-guzzling, guitar-slinging bachelors in the entire Ypil-Ypil St., Friendship Village, Sitio Sinangag, Barangay Basak San Nicolas, Cebu City, Philippines, you are now nothing in the Greater Scheme of Things but a lousy baby poo cleaner.
Yes, you should be ashamed of yourself for giving up The Life in exchange for the anti-beer, anti-cigarette, anti-party career called Fatherhood.
Even Jesus refused to marry! Why did you fail to see that? The Man could have picked a wife from among the gorgeous women surrounding him as He preached, washing his feet, shampooing his hair, bathing Him in perfume, drinking His wine. I read somewhere that the girl Mary Magdalene was a hottie. Oh, the company of sinners!