Storm Stories

Jean and her family huddled together in their bamboo house while typhoon Haiyan plowed its powerful path through the mountains of Lambunao in central Panay island. For many years, a large acacia tree leaned over their house, providing a much welcomed shade. But in the darkness of the storm, the tree became a menacing hammer of death. They prayed.

In the midst of the howling wind, the dreaded crack of the acacia was distinct, followed by more cracks that signaled the tree was collapsing – in their direction! Suddenly, a thundering blast of wind shook their house, and also changed the direction of the tree’s fall. Hours later, the family stood outside observing the giant tree on its side, safely away from their house. They prayed again, giving thanks.

Mildred’s house, on the west shore of Panay island, did not escape the typhoon’s fury. During the height of the storm, Mildred huddled with family members in her living room, at the center of the house. Suddenly, the fierce wind violently ripped off her entire roof and carried it away. Wind and rain swirled inside their home.

But Mildred, one of our national WMU directors, understands that her faith in Jesus Christ doesn’t require Him to spare her from natural disasters. “This is only a house. Nothing can rip away my love for Jesus and His love for me.” During the days that followed, Mildred found herself singing one of her favorite VBS songs, “With Christ in my vessel I can smile at the storm…”

Knowing the typhoon was coming, Bro. Eliu told his 3 year old son, “If the winds get really strong and we have to leave, I promise you lots of noodles for dinner.” Shortly before noon, Eliu could see the coastal waters rising toward his house. Eliu bundled himself and his son, then headed toward higher ground as he talked to God and prayed for guidance.

The wind and rain pounded Eliu’s face and hands as he carried his son down the muddy road. Ahead, electrical posts and lines fell, blocking their way. Eliu saw a path through a sugar cane field, and began following it. The path led to a relative’s house, where they found refuge. Eliu was exhausted and worried about his son. As he unbundled the little boy, a smiling face greeted him with, “Okey Daddy, I’m ready for my noodles.”

All throughout the island, people are telling their storm stories. Some are horrifying, others heartbreaking, but in the stories of those who call Jesus their Savior and Lord, I hear an added sense of security and peace that not even the strongest storm in the world could shake.