I don’t understand why supposedly
prayerful, polite, educated, civilized persons would forward chain messages (via
Messenger) that urge you to pray, and then to pass on the same prayer to a
number of people in order to be divinely rewarded. Here’s just one example: “jesus christ is giving you mystery to
take care of your family, you will give good news after 29 minutes nag try ako
totoo, swerte daw ang makabasa nito kya pinasahan kita. Panginoon tulungan mo
kami na malutas ang aming mga problema, bukas andyan na yong good news. Please
sacrifice huwag mo tong buburahin hanggat di mo naipapasa sa 25 na tao. start
now.” There’s also one that urges you to
make a wish and then pray just one Hail Mary, but it ends with “send this
novena to 30 persons including me. Don’t
break the chain, you wish will not be granted.”
And there are so many others similar in purpose and in tone.
There’s no doubt the sender means well
(I close my eyes to the ridiculous claims), but I can’t help wondering: why the
particular numbers 25, 29, 30, or sometimes 18, 9 12, et al. Have the superstitions about numbers crept
into our consciousness, too, like for instance the Chinese? Or is there something about their beliefs
that needs to be “adjusted” by proper catechism?
A broker friend of mine complains that
“It’s very difficult to sell condo units with numbers that end in “4” because,
as she rightly concludes, majority of condo buyers are Chinese investors, and
that is also why condominium developers build high rises without a fourth
floor. In fact, their elevators skip the
fourth floor. The Chinese believe “4” is
an “unlucky number” because it sounds like the word for “death”. My broker friend observes “Nag-uunahan yung
mga intsik sa units with number 8 because for them it’s a very lucky number. In
fact the units on the 8th floor sell fastest, and sometimes even at
a higher price.” Interesting to note
that many elevators also skip the 13th floor, “13” being believed as
an unlucky number, this time by Americans.
It is reported that the United States
loses about a billion dollars on a Friday, the 13th. The normally acquisitive American wouldn’t
want to make a major purchase—car, house, boat, etc.—or sign a major contract
on a Friday that falls on the 13th of the month. “It’s bad luck”, a thought that has magnified
into a phobia that has seemed to affect the rest of the civilized world,
including numerologists.
One numerologist I know is a devout
Catholic, but who sincerely, really sincerely believes there are “auspicious
dates” for making big decisions or moves.
He once cautioned me against flying on a certain date I had decided to
fly. I didn’t listen to him because, as
I teasingly spoke his language, “I have my own superstitions about
numbers. No number is a bad number for
me; they all bring me good luck. Try
me. Pick any number from 1 to 10.”
He said, “Four, the dreaded
number.” Easy, I quipped: four ends of
the cross, proof of God’s love for us, reaching out to all four corners of the
earth, east, west, north, south. “Eight?” Infinity—on and on and on, like the love of
God. “Six?” Mary, the six-point star Star of Israel. “Three?”
The Indwelling Trinity. “Five?” Jesus’ wounds on the cross.
I interrupted our little game by playfully
volunteering related information using his own science: “Our house stands on a
rock, supported by 12 concrete posts—12 apostles. From the street level to living room entrance
you climb 39 steps—the 39 lashes Jesus suffered. Our house is a simple box—four corners for
the ground floor plus 4 corners for the second floor equals eight corners,
infinity, remember? Our street address
is number 41: “4” represents M (as in
Mary), the 13th letter of the alphabet, 1+3=4; and “1” represents J
(as in Jesus or Joseph), the 10th letter of the alphabet,
1+0=1. You want more of my
superstitions? So don’t try to scare me
with yours!”
It would be nice to study biblical
numerology but really, I believe we don’t need such knowledge to rise above the
petty threats of chain messages, or to brush aside the sincere but unnecessary
anxieties of our “psychic” friends. Just
as all roads lead to Rome, for me all numbers lead to Jesus. Then I can embrace as His will whatever
comes. And that’s the truth.
