It's around 12:30 AM, pitch black, rainy, and cold. I'm running around on the porch outside, trying to help Max and Rhoda Beloso rescue their things from the rain. The wind mercilessly tries to destroy the parts of our camp that still have vinyl attached to them... and succeeds. After tying down their porch tent as best as we could, I run back into the trailer and receive a bunch of text messages from the director's daughter, Rhoda Lynn, asking for help at their place. Her dad, (Bro. Jeff) is climbing on top of their trailer with rope. She's hanging on to one of the poles on their porch and literally being lifted up off the ground.
All this thanks to Typhoon Frank. Due to some information I received from a reliable source (name not included to save my personal life on the mission field, please note the sarcasm), I was under the impression that we weren’t going to be hit by the typhoon. That thought quickly scampered out of my mind at 12:30AM.
The typhoon impacted us pretty bad, but thank God no one was hurt, and there was not too much serious damage to our camp. The kitchen tent was not so lucky. Neither were some other parts of the Philippines. The death toll reached 622 , and some of our friends in Ilo-Ilo (a Southern island) lost almost everything. We had no electricity and running water for two days, but everything, here anyway, is pretty much back to normal now.
Please keep us in your prayers, because we know that there are “more to come.” The typhoon season has just started, and this isn’t the most pleasant time of year for us.
Stay tuned for more updates.
1 comment:
wow...... that is crazy. I will keep you guys in my prayers.
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