San Juan Nepomuceno Church Ruins in Moalboal

I dig ruins of old buildings built from many years ago ever since I saw photographs of ancient civilization ruins in Jordan, Egypt, Peru and Israel to name a few, until I visit those place I made it a point to go out and see some old ruins here in the Philippines.


Although, the kind of ruins here only predates to the Spanish era and isn't as way back as those ruins in countries I mentioned, It still gives me that rush of energy and satisfaction upon witnessing some remnants of history through structural remains, even if its only a couple of hundreds years old.  So when I found out that there is a Spanish Colonial church ruins in Moalboal, I decided to just head that way for a couple of days hoping also to swim in the beaches of Moalboal even though the weather does not seem friendly that time.

After the Sinulog Festival in Cebu City, I joined Toni and her friends Heidy and Paul to Moalboal , which is about 89 kilometers from Cebu City. Along the way we stopped over at Carcar and took another bus heading this way. It was a total of 1 and a half hour of traveling from the city. 

The ruins was from what's left of the San Juan Nepomuceno Church which was established as a parish in 1852. It was a stone church that was named after its patron saint, St. John Nepomuk, a saint of the Czech Republic. Due to natural deterioration of the church brought about by numerous batterings of storms, earthquakes and rust of time throughout the years of its existence, the church was condemned in 2005.

A new church was constructed a few meters from the original church whose only trail left behind right now was its facade. Peeking through the gates you would see the remnants of the tiled flooring and a part of the old altar which still shows a crucifix of Christ. I never bothered with the new church as everyone knows modern churches does not hold a candle compared with the Spanish colonial churches.

It's kind of perplexing to think how reverse it has become wherein the old churches are always the better looking than the new ones - Like other old churches, the facade provides an assortment of arrays of lines and squares brought upon by the different columns of bricks and stones used to cast in its construction. There are intricate levels of designs applied on the walls, beams and pillars that leaves the imagination hanging with wonder on how the original structure, if  not destroyed and if its still intact, present itself to the senses. 

It's like hearing only a part of a story, but still grab your attention and makes you wanting to hear more. But, same with other ruins, it only leaves us with little - but enough to fire up our interests and deepen our ongoing search for more knowledge about our history through these structures that are either condemned and let to rot in time, or preserved until it reach as many generations it can. Hopefully, we get to see more of the later - an increasing number of preserved sites and structures so we wont have to resort to any ruins who only presents us a tiny part of the over-all image - that once upon a time was beaming with vibrant life and energy.

It has surely has come a long way from the very first religious activity done inside the church - A baptism administered by Father Agustin Melgar in March 16, 1852 to its present day or the day we visited the church ruins. As I stood in front of the church for that customary solo photograph - everything has changed rapidly, a lot were lost forever in a world that has transformed entirely different from what it used to be in 1852, still some things remains, like the facade of the Church which proves some things last forever and ought to be not forgotten.