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Smudged foreheads

“GET REAL” is the jolt that Ash Wednesday delivers. Dust returns to dust is one of the day’s overarching themes. “Death plucks my ears and says: Live—I am coming,” Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote on his 90th birthday.

Ashes will be traced on Wednesday, in the form of a cross, on the forehead of President Benigno Aquino III, on those who’ll never be president, thieves in costly barongs and beggars we half see. In a society where more than 4.3 million scrounge below poverty thresholds, beggars blend into the woodwork.

“Your friend died last night,” a panhandler lisped to the wife as we walked by. Periodically, the wife would hand him some rice, coins or gaudy T-shirts we cringed to wear. Chronic hunger shriveled him into a scrawny man with a gap-toothed smile. “We never learned his name,” the wife murmured.

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Wednesday’s ashes come from burnt Palm Sunday 2010 fronds. With oil of the catechumen, ashes are stirred into a paste. A priest or lay minister traces the cross on foreheads. He then reaches across the centuries to echo a shattering sentence first heard in an Eden marred by disobedience: “Remember man, that you are dust. And unto dust you shall return.”

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Wednesday’s rites remind us of two friends: a young lieutenant and an equally young political activist. They never met. But their paths crossed briefly at the boarding gate for “Mount Pinatubo,” President Ramon Magsaysay’s plane.

This was midnight of March 17, 54 years back. Jesus Rama, younger brother of journalist Napoleon Rama, went to Cebu’s Lahug airport to see the President off. Standing in that same crowd was Lt. Julian Ares, then aide-de-camp to Gen. Cornelio Bondad. Both were to fly with the President to Manila.

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As Magsaysay strode toward the ramp, he spotted Rama. “Jess,” he said clasping his arms around Rama. “Come with me to Manila.” Rama, who had a phobia for flying, pulled back. Friends tut-tutted Rama, advising him, “Just accommodate the President, Jess.” Reluctantly, Rama climbed aboard.

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“At Mount Pinatubo’s door, presidential aide-de-camp Lt. Leopoldo Regis supervised loading,” Ares recalls from his Chicago retirement home. “President Magsaysay was already aboard.”

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But at a Club Filipino rally, the President asked Sen. Tomas Cabili and Cebu Rep. Pedro Lopez: “Join me.” The plane’s engines idled until Cabili and Lopez hurried aboard.

“Sorry, sir, we must leave you behind,” Regis apologetically said to the general. “Bondad’s satchel and mine were tossed off the plane. The door slammed shut. And the reconfigured C-47 took off—only to slam into Mt. Manunggal 20 minutes later.”

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Toiling half way up Mt. Manunggal the next day, Ares’ search party met villagers hefting a hammock. In it was the only survivor: Nestor Mata of the Philippines Herald. Ares’ team was also the first to reach the still-smouldering wreckage and human ashes.

“Presume not to promise yourself the next morning,” Thomas à Kempis counseled. “And in the morning, consider that you may not live till nightfall… Many die when they least think of it… A man is here today. And tomorrow, he is gone. And when he is taken out of sight, he is also quickly out of mind.”

Ash Wednesday’s counsel is imparted without discrimination: generals who creamed off Armed Forces funds, pliable justices and ombudsmen, jueteng overlords, even former presidents, who ward off trial while bunkered behind squads of midnight appointees.

This sacramental signals the start of the penitential season of Lent. Fasting for renewal is shared by major faiths. Muslims observe Ramadan. Hindus and Buddhists set aside days for fasting. Jews fast on Yom Kippur. Like Catholics, Anglicans designate Lent as a penitential season.

By the 8th century, “Day of Ashes” rites had become common in the church. But the use of ashes goes way back. “I heard of Thee by hearing of the ear. But now, mine eye seeth Thee,” says an anguished Job to the Voice from the whirlwind. “Wherefore, I … repent in dust and ashes.”

Imelda Marcos receives, in all sincerity, ashes on Wednesday. On Thursday, she scoffs at the US federal court’s decision that found the Marcos regime “liable for torture, summary executions and disappearances” and awarded 7,526 victims token $1,000 checks from the ill-gotten loot.

The class suit “turned into a business,” Imelda sneered.

“You spit on the blood of thousands who died for freedom,” snapped Inquirer’s Ma. Ceres Doyo, a martial law victim. “You have no shame.” The English translation loses the pungency of the Tagalog version. Sayang.

Those smeared foreheads mean three things, writes Fr. Danny Huang, SJ in an earlier paper, “Writing in the Dust.” We confess. We promise. We hope.

We live in dark times: from Maguindanao murders and abortions to massive theft. “The ashes acknowledge that, in the end, it’s not the fault of the MILF, Abu Sayyaf or al-Qaida. It is our fault. Cruelty and utter self-preoccupation in our hearts produced bitter fruits. We must face the truth of ourselves and refuse to “practice our Filipino expertise in palusot.”

“With fasting, almsgiving and prayer, we pledge to move beyond suffocating self-absorption to compassion. We must not remain paralyzed by self-pitying powerlessness. ‘Ganito na talaga ako. Di ko na kayang magbago,’ it says. [Instead] we move on, one small, faltering, but real step at a time.”

Third, we hope. “We know that the world is not changed by the brute force of arms, but by the power of those whose spirits are made new.”

That’s what those smudged foreheads mean.

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