DARK AGES

It's only been a day of electricity-less living yet most of us feel we've been plunged back into the dark ages.

Day two after typhoon Glenda. It started with a night of horrific winds lashing at 140 kph—howling, battering and almost unhinging and dismantling anything unstable on its path.  

Ceaseless prayers went heavenwards. Thank You Lord for keeping us safe. 

How sad for those who suffered more harm. Let's pray they recover from this tragedy—and do our part to help with whatever we can give or do—even as we brace for more typhoons, an offshoot of global warming. 

God is true to His promise to keep us safe even in the middle of the storm, because even the winds are subject to Him.

The morning after the storm, felled trees became the source of instant livelihood by some. In our place, a team of four men with their bolos hacked away at trees and their branches off of roofs, driveways and streets. 

Since last night, we'd waited for the current to hum, but to no avail. 

No electricity, no wifi, no computer games. Cell phones gone kaput. No humming or whirring of applicances. 

It's all quiet in the home front:

Longer time to pray, and pray hard.

Gave family members a chance to talk, something which a lot of gizmo-focused dudes have not done for a long while.

Made us realize that we can live on less and not sweat about it. 

Gave us pause on what's important—family, togetherness, safety, rest, quietness.

Dark days still have a way of making our days worthwhile. 

Let's be thankful and count our blessings.