Falling facedown, their faces kissed the muddy ground soaked wet by the greatest Typhoon that hit the Philippines in recorded history. With ten grandchildren, four children grasping their spouses, and his wife – all cold and wet with tears mingling with the rain, Pastor Ver stood by the pillars of his tattered home besieged by 250mph winds, and said, “If this is the day the Lord has appointed for us to die, so be it, we will not turn away from him.” Grasping the frames and walls of his tiny hut he prayed, “Lord send your angels to protect our home, send Michael to shield the pillars of our house, save us from this storm.”
Four months after Typhoon Yolanda, the house stands resolute.
It was a humid night when we arrived at Balay Kahayag (Lighthouse) in Medellin Cebu. I together with a ragtag team of explorers from…
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