A few Saturdays ago my family drove all the way to Lucban, Quezon to visit Father Joey Faller’s Kamay ni Hesus Healing Church. You might have seen it featured before in Manila papers and magazines, well–known for its Way of the Cross that is magnificently carved from the mountainside. Around 300 vertical steps to the top, plus the walk from both sides of the area spanning the stations of the cross. But upon reaching the top, you’d be delighted to see the beautiful view, and you can’t help but look down and appreciate how high you’ve walked for half an hour.
After the 9AM morning mass, the healing session that followed thereafter was very moving. I’d really rather talk about faith and prayers than religion, but looking at how he (Father Joey Faller) touched the lives of those present is something I cannot ignore. I saw him guide a wheelchair–bound old lady, help her stand and let her walk independently from one side of the Church to the other to touch the image of the Virgin Mother, and then back. A few minutes later, he had his hands on the chest of cancer–stricken hopefuls, praying for a brief moment. Some would collapse to the floor, while others walked away weeping, as if touched by something beyond words. Just witnessing these events had me thinking so deeply — it’s one of those rare moments that you seem to see your life briefly flash in the back of your mind.