That Gulf of Misery –February 1, 2014

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We stared at the wreckage that used to be a bridge. Workmen were spreading gravel and preparing to put in three huge culverts. The bridge was on the road that leads to Casoy.

 

They will be able to drive across there this afternoon, but I’m not driving across there yet.

 

As we drove back to Toledo, we stopped to wait for a huge gravel truck to get by. A Philippino man chuckled.

 

There goes more gravel to be put in for a bridge. Then pretty soon it will all wash back to where it came from.

 

A week later our friend from Idaho sent us a message:

 

I hear that another typhoon is headed your way. Be safe.

 

The rain started early in the evening and pounded on the roof through most of the night.

In the morning we looked at a bucket in the back yard.

 

Was that bucket empty last night?

Yes.

It’s full now.

Yes, and running over.

 

I set my water bottle next to it to show the size. There was probably twelve inches of                                                              water in the bucket.

 

After stopping at the church, we started to Casoy for a baptism. In one place part of the

road had sluffed off into the river far below. We passed the gravel pit and rounded the

curve. We could see jeepneys and motors lined up. The bridge had washed out again.

 

Wow! This is worse than it was before. The big culverts they put in didn’t help.

Well, they were able to use the bridge to take produce to Toledo for the markets during Sinulog. But now they can’t even walk across.

They are using a narrow plank there below the bridge-and one above. The water is really roaring there.

 

We watched some people put a plank across the torrent above the ruined bridge. A man leaned far forward and held out his hand to the man crossing.

 

I am so glad that we are on this side of the bridge. What if we had been on the other side when it washed out and we couldn’t get home?

 

“And thus we see that whosoever will may lay hold upon the word of God, which is quick and powerful, which shall divide asunder the cunning and the snares and the wiles of the devil, and lead the man of Christ in a strait and narrow course across that everlasting gulf of misery which is prepared to engulf the wicked and land their souls, yea, their immortal souls, at the right hand of God in the kingdom of heaven, to sit down with Abraham, and Isaac, and with Jacob, and with all our hold fathers, to go no more out.” (Hel 3:29)

 

There is a way for all of us to return home. And there is someone waiting to help us across the awful gulf.

 

2 thoughts on “That Gulf of Misery –February 1, 2014

  1. Betti Fifield

    Thank you for sharing your mission in such an inspiring and interesting way.

    Weather surely does play havoc with daily comings and goings. Such rain!!

    You are in our thoughts and prayers. Your contributions and service and love touch the hearts of the people there—including the young missionaries.

    Love you both! Betti & Rod

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