Tuesday, December 18, 2012
As an altar boy all my youth, we were in charge many years of going with some of the older servers and male church volunteers to pick lumut for the church belen.
We'd always head up to NCS. I remember parking along-side the military fence and entering the jungle through an open area along the road. I was always wondering if the military police would come looking for us.
We tried to do this as early as possible in the morning, to avoid being suffocated by the noonday heat deep inside a musty, insulated forest. There were always mosquitoes and spiders to contend with; sprained ankles from slipping on the rocky terrain and getting jabbed by protruding branches.
But what pride we had later when we saw the grand lumut in the church. We got the lumut!