On the last days of being in Beijing, a typhoon hit Manila.

Knox and I watched from the sidelines the horror of houses being submerged in feet and feet of water and cars floating around like weightless toys, dragged along by the flood.

It’s been two weeks since then and I’m back in Manila where many people are in restart mode, having literally lost everything but the clothes on their back and their lives. Relief efforts continue and I hope to help out this afternoon at our church in repacking goods to be delivered to those affected by the flood.

Tragedies like this help us take stock of the important things in life.