Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Post Epiphany stargazing

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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. 

Kiko and Lean

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