Sat March 4+ Back

The Passion of Our Lord Procession is one of Macau’s oldest traditions, with a history that dates back to the 16th Century.  A solemn and somber walk through the old streets of Macau, it re-creates Christ carrying his cross to the Crucifixion, and is generally considered to be Macau’s most magnificent Procession. 

 

The festival is always held on the first weekend after Ash Wednesday, either falling in February or March, and takes two days to complete.  The festivities begin on Saturday evening at St. Augustine’s Church and conclude at Cathedral, the site of an overnight vigil.  The following day on Sunday, the parade returns to St. Augustine Church via a different route, thereby completing a circle.  Due to ongoing restoration at St. Augustine Church, the 2017 Procession was a little different though, beginning and ending at St. Dominic Church instead.

 

Service started promptly at 6 pm on the evening of March 4th, with a sermon that alternated in Cantonese and Portuguese.  That means I had no idea what was being said, but I’m sure he spoke eloquently about eternity and the relative merits of fear, faith and fulfillment.

 

 

 

The Procession began an hour later at 7 pm when clergy members dressed in purple robes exited the church carrying banners and a statue of a dark clad Christ holding a Cross.  The statue was kept inside a protective see through cover, possibly to avoid potential damage from rain. 

 

 

I apologize for not being able to get better pictures, but it’s difficult to shoot at night when there isn’t enough light and the target is moving.  I also didn’t have a lot of opportunities either, since the whole Procession only lasted 20 minutes, first moving through Senado Square, before turning onto Travessa do Roquette and Rua de Se.

 


After arriving at Cathedral, there was another service that lasted for about a half hour.  I thought the most interesting part was the very end, when people lined up to touch the hand of Christ, beside the watchful gaze of a priest. 

 

 

As the worshippers waited for their turn, I wondered what it might feel like to be them, to be soldiers of a faith and subordinate to it, to believe that touching the statue of a man who died thousands of years ago could actually mean something or be worthwhile in any way.  You know, when they asked Jesus who his parents were He said that’s for you to decide, and I guess I’ve made my mind up.  That’s why you’ll never see me taking part in a Procession of this nature, other than to take pictures and report on it for this site.

 

To continue reading about the Procession, please follow the link here: Sunday, March 5th