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| Parol sa bintana by Roy Llenares |
As I
stashed away our parol on Epiphany Monday
morning, it occurred to me that only our unit in our 32-storey condominium had
displayed a parol last
Christmas. Not a small mystery to
me. Even the houses in our
neighborhood that used to hang parols
outside their windows, I noticed, did not do so this time. “In keeping with the spirit of
austerity, in sympathy for Yolanda victims”? Hmmm. Surely
our 150-peso 20-inch Christmas star hung to remind passersby of the Savior’s
birth wouldn’t be an unforgiveable luxury? Shouldn’t the sight of the star bring us joy, as it did to
the Three Kings who were “overjoyed at seeing the star…”?
Last week,
preparing to write a gospel reflection for Epiphany, focusing on the verse “They
were overjoyed at seeing the star”, I was amused to recall what I had chanced
upon on tv just minutes before: young Filipinas almost tearful with excitement
over seeing another kind of star—Miley Cyrus. (It must have been a replay of
Cyrus’ visit to the Philippines in 2010).
The tv host exhibited the same kind of breathless enthusiasm
interviewing “my idol Miley” that I’d wondered what was so hot about this
American performer.
To those unfamiliar with such celebrities, Miley
Cyrus rose to fame as Hannah Montana, a totally wholesome, girl-next-door
character in a Disney television serial. Now 21 years old and free to shed her
squeaky-clean image without parental consent, Cyrus recently rocked the
entertainment world by appearing on music video straddling a swinging wrecking
ball, wearing nothing but tattoos while singing (or bleating) “You wre-e-eck
me!”
In that final defiant busting of her Hannah
Montana image, Cyrus was most probably aiming to outshine the older stars of
outrageous music videos, Madonna and Lady Gaga. Decades ago, Madonna angered Christians by using crucifixes
as jewelry and props for her provocative videos; Lady Gaga, among her other
look-at-me gimmicks, draped the Philippine flag around her body when she
performed in Manila years back.
Such “stars” put no limit to their daring in
order to get the world’s attention because being a “star” means big bucks,
fame, fortune, power—even in our Third World calamity-fraught country. In Manila, last Christmas Day, thousands
of movie fans lined the streets to Rizal Park, shrieking, overjoyed at seeing
and touching the stars of the annual Metro Manila Film Festival. Among the brightest in the parade was
the child star Ryzza Mae, waving at everybody from atop her float as the
presidential sister Kris Aquino and her son Bimby Yap basked in Ryzza’s
reflected glory. Their movie, “My
Little Bossings” is a disaster (to put it kindly) and yet it topped box office
sales, no mean thanks to the chubby, chinky-eyed Ryzza. One nun I know said she paid to see
that movie “because tuwang-tuwa ako kay Ryzza pag napapanood ko”. Then I asked her if she saw “Pedro
Calungsod: Ang Batang Martir”; she said “No. I had no more money for another movie.” (Huh, Sister?)
It’s a point to ponder: what “seeing a star”
means to us in this age of media explosion, compared to what it meant to the
sages looking for the newborn Savior two thousand years ago.
Of all the Metromanila Christmases in recent
memory, 2013 showed a marked decline in the number of Christmas stars/lights
brightening up our parks, plazas, and streets. Corporations and government offices reportedly opted to
“donate instead the money saved from decors to the disaster victims”. Thus city folk who used to go around
town on Christmas to admire these decors had to content themselves with seeing
the parols and the crèches in the
parish churches. And yet, many
would not be stopped from splurging on fireworks to create artificial “stars”
in the sky on New Year’s eve. We
are indeed a nation of contrasts.
The star that announced the birth of the Messiah
should never be dimmed in the hearts of men, or overshadowed by the man made
stars of our generation. I have a
crazy idea. I think I’ll hang our parol outside our window again, to
remind passersby all year round of what it symbolizes—the birth that changed
the future of humanity.
