
Memory Recall – Petromax
The hissing of pumped air, the sweet putrid aroma of alcohol and kerosene, the spark of the red-tipped match that started it all, and the beginning of night in a far-flung village detached from the gallows of city lights.
Memoirs and songs.
The hissing of pumped air, the sweet putrid aroma of alcohol and kerosene, the spark of the red-tipped match that started it all, and the beginning of night in a far-flung village detached from the gallows of city lights.
This continues my thoughts and insights gained from a Church history course. It was said Luther didn’t intend to leave the Catholic Church when he started causing protestations surrounding the abuse of selling indulgences. Doctrinal differences may have surfaced later on and had indeed reinforced […]
For most of my life, I had wanted to be a priest. But didn’t become one. I remember when my grade three teacher in España, Sibuyan Island, Romblon, Mrs. Roldan, asked us to write down what we would like to become someday. In the dimly lit […]
This continues my thoughts and insights gained from a Church history course. It was said Luther didn’t intend to leave the Catholic Church when he started causing protestations surrounding the abuse of selling indulgences. Doctrinal differences may have surfaced later on and had indeed reinforced […]