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

Early the next morning, I woke up sopping wet. My sleeping bag was soaked, I was soaked, Pastor Kelly was soaked, and the basketball court was covered with several inches of water from the rain that had blown in. We had set up our tent on the corner of the basketball court, not realizing the court was tilted and all the water had run downhill and right into our tent. We were still getting leftover storms from Typhoon Haiyan. So, we all got up and dried off as best as we could. We were excited for a great day of ministry ahead of us. Joan’s family lived a short walk up the road in Tacloban. Even though much of their home had been destroyed by the typhoon, Joan asked us if her family could host us for breakfast. This was such a labor of love from her family to us. Of course, we accepted her invitation and together, we walked up the dirt path to the Canaleja home. They gave us such a warm reception and welcomed us as if we were family. They certainly made us feel like family. And somehow, with what little was left after the typhoon, they made us such a great breakfast and we enjoyed getting to know them. Each one of them told harrowing stories of where they were and what had happened to them during Typhoon Haiyan. There were many tears shared as they recounted some near-death experiences. As we hugged the family and thanked them for having us for breakfast, Joan asked us if we would take a few moments and explain the Gospel to her family and pray for them.

One of her young nieces was in tears because she was having nightmares following the typhoon and she

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