Certainly most of us if not all, would have seen and have been touched by what had happened in the Philippines last week. The scenes of destruction and the images of helplessness, despair and death are so unreal and unimaginable that I said to someone the other day: ‘If you are not moved by what you see in the Philippines in this sad time, you really must have a heart of stone.’ The scenes are horrific and heartbreaking. Looking at them, I felt like my heart is torn to pieces. I just can’t help but shed a tear.
Last month some parts of the Philippines had been hit by a 7.2 magnitude earthquake. It caused damages in homes,centuries-old churches and other infrastructures. And just the other day, these same people more or less had to face another blow. The strongest typhoon in the planet to hit landfall this year occurred. It’s just like adding salt to a fresh wound. It worried me because my family is in there. I have been trying to contact them since Thursday. I couldn’t reach them. Last night I got in contact with my sister very briefly before the communication was cut off again. She told me they’re alright, much to my relief. But I’m still worried about my other sister, she’s living right in the coast. I have tried to ring her but no response. The typhoon has passed now and heading to other parts of South East Asia, but the devastation it left was massive and heartbreaking. It always broke my heart to see the suffering of my fellow Filipinos. The footage of the devastation, the debris everywhere, is just heartbreaking to see. It broke my heart because, I know, for many of those affected, their houses are gone, their only place of refuge, and many of those are not insured either, so in times like this, they had to start from scratch again. For many of these people they lost everything, houses, farms, their crops, and other means of living. Another thing that got me was the image of death. One scene there was this father pulling out the dead body of his son from under the rubble. It was really a heartbreaking scene.
‘No one who meets Jesus ever stays the same’, says Philip Yancey, an American Christian writer in his Book ‘The Jesus I Never Knew.’ Yancey continues: ‘Jesus has rocked my own preconceptions and has made me ask hard questions about why those of us who bear his name don’t do a better job of following him.’
A story is told of a young boy kneeling before the Blessed Sacrament .This is his prayer. ‘Lord, I need food today for myself and for my younger brother. Please give me $20.’ The person praying near him heard his plea, so she fished out $10 dollar note from her pocket and dropped it in front of the boy. When the boy saw the money, he picked it up and without looking even at the person who gave it to him to show gratitude at least he went on with his prayer: ‘Lord, thank you for the money, but next time you’d better give it to me directly because if you give it through another person like the one beside me because she’d took half of it, and she only gave me $10 when I asked you for $20.’