The Church of the Angry Christ

Part 2 of Our Negros Occidental Tour

North of Bacolod is Victorias City, where sits the Victorias Milling Company, a 7,000. hectare compound, the Philippines' largest sugar refinery. After World War II, then owner Don Miguel Ossorio decided to build a church on the site where the family's sugar processing factory used to stand. Don Miguel asked his son Alfonso Ossorio, an abstract expressionist artist, to do the altar mural of the church. The church was finished in 1949. It was featured in Life magazine, and became popularly known as the Church of the Angry Christ. Alfonso explained of his work, "The Angry Christ was a continual last judgement with the Sacrifice of the Mass that is a continual reincarnation of God coming into this world."

Seeing it for the first time, I felt Christ's huge outstretched hands welcoming us, His faithful.

On the road to Victorias City.

The mosaic on the church facade depicting the wedding of Joseph to Mary was done by the Belgian Baroness of Schaerbeek, Adelaide de Bethune.

The famous mural by Alfonso Ossorio.

The Baptistry was also done by Adelaide de Bethune.

Victorias' old train on display.

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