Somber music plays as the church bells sound from the tower above. A procession passes slowly and this is the scene: men in dark robes shuffle by, incense smoke congeals then dissipates, melancholy music booms out from behind, the gathered crowd shifts slightly left then slightly right, phones pop up for photos as kids are lifted up to see the main event – El Señor de los temblores, the Lord of earthquakes.
Carried on the shoulders of twenty men, the erected cross and the effigy of El Señor passes slowly before us turning into the plaza of San Francisco. People mark themselves with the cross and yet the somber music gets even more so. The church bells continue to ring out as a preacher’s sermon fights with the noise to be heard.
The surrounding symbolism is dark and the expressions on the spectators match the mood as they stand in remembrance of the crucifixion of their Lord and Savior. Remembering not but that of stain-glass arrays and preacher read stories, however the conjured images are truly powerful. Images base on the same story we’ve all been told over and over since childhood. I look around at all the sheep, the lords flock as others would say, and as the crowd recites the Lord’s Prayer in unison, I wonder only about the forces that have created such devotion. Both worldly and unworldly in their nature.