Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

But… NO THANK YOU. No Balut for me… EVER.

Eating Balut appeared to be a rite of passage when foreigners came to the Philippines. Some of our team stepped up and ate the Balut to be considered a real Filipino. Not me. No Balut. Ever. After an entertaining breakfast, we jumped in the van and headed back to the airport in Manila. We would be flying a Cebu Air flight to Cebu City, then catch a smaller Cebu Air flight to Tacloban City. We were anxious to get to the people most affected by Typhoon Haiyan. Gerson and his team had brought heavy plastic tarps and ropes, along with many other disaster relief supplies for us to use in Tacloban. By now, with about 14 of us on the team, we had exceeded our checked bag limit and we were not allowed to take supplies on board the plane. Cebu Air representatives handed us a bill we must pay on the spot for the extra weight caused by all the disaster relief supplies we were taking to Tacloban. With Gerson’s help interpreting, I tried my best to have the airlines waive these extra charges, especially since we were in the Philippines to help people following the typhoon. My pleas fell on deaf ears. We had to pay $750. US dollars to be allowed to take all the extra supplies. I moaned and whined for a little while as we were running on a very tight budget and the $750. I had not counted on paying was a big blow. Then, I was reminded of a message I preached years before and a question Dot and I always ask each other when we are faced with overwhelming hardships and expenses to facilitate an outreach. The message I

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