“Sa lugar lang, palihog”
(Stop here, please), the husband said.
“Here?” I questioned. “But there is nothing here. All I see is a waiting shed.” The flood waters stretched like an ocean on
both sides of the road.
“Yes,” he said. “There is a trail from here. We know where it is.”
Reluctantly, I pulled over
and watched them descend from the road without complaint and wade into the
water, waist deep, slowly making their way toward the clump of distant
trees. I knew that under the water, at
their feet, was a narrow foot path raised about a foot above the submerged rice
fields. A wrong step would likely send
them completely under water with their belongings on their back. But they had done this many times before. I admired their strength and endurance.
Two weeks ago, after the
flood waters had receded, I walked the same path. Even without the water, I had to be
careful. These paths were not made for
us big footed foreigners. I calculated
each step. Once into the clump of trees,
several bamboo/nepa houses appeared. My
pastor/friend and I continued along the path, past barking dogs, busy chickens,
waddling ducks, and some chirping birds.
We arrived at the Filipino
couple’s home, slightly better built than the others. Tall trees surrounded the
house. A nearby garden showed where some
of their food came from. On one side of
the house, bamboo poles held up a cheap plastic tarp, a lean-to tent shelter to
give shade for those who came to worship.
About 20 were seated on rough planks held up by A-frame legs of wooden boards.
The message was about
another couple whose wife had been 8+ months pregnant with her first child, the
husband too poor to afford a place to deliver the baby. Mary and Joseph had to settle for a dirty
barn. Months earlier, an angel told Mary
that her child, conceived by the Holy Spirit, was the Son of God. But with no midwife, hot water, or even
diapers, their circumstance didn’t fit their idea of where the Son of God
should be born.
God’s ways are so
different than man’s. I assured those
under the tent that their humble lifestyle was not an indication of God’s
absence. On the contrary, it may be an
indication of God’s favor. I glanced at
the couple in whose humble home I was a guest.
I felt sure that someday in eternity, I would be seated in their
heavenly mansion which would be far bigger than mine. And that made me feel honored and blessed to
be in their presence now.
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Thank you for sharing this, Mark. Our prayers are with you as you minister in His name. May God's richest blessings be yours.
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