On the boat to Cagayan de Oro City last Thursday evening, I coincided with a big group of young people on their way to Lanao del Norte for a Singles for Christ Leadership Seminar (for a Christian group doing a seminar in Lanao del Norte, that takes a lot of faith, huh?). Oh yeah, they were loud and confident, in an edifying way. The vibrancy of youth, the confidence that children of God have!
What struck me was a group from the Philippine Military Academy, with the matching athletic suits and crew cuts. They were in a huddle on the rubber mats near the indoor playground. Praying, holding hands at certain times. Oh yes. Praying soldiers. Forgot to take a picture, though.
(A friend who is running for mayor in his town in Central Mindanao says that the NPA -- whose commanders are known to him -- pray, call out to the saints, when the bullets and mortars start to fly. Then again, even the Islamists call out to Allah. Why shouldn't our soldiers do the same?)
What struck me was a group from the Philippine Military Academy, with the matching athletic suits and crew cuts. They were in a huddle on the rubber mats near the indoor playground. Praying, holding hands at certain times. Oh yes. Praying soldiers. Forgot to take a picture, though.
(A friend who is running for mayor in his town in Central Mindanao says that the NPA -- whose commanders are known to him -- pray, call out to the saints, when the bullets and mortars start to fly. Then again, even the Islamists call out to Allah. Why shouldn't our soldiers do the same?)
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