Growing up, my family was always very close with a missionary to the Philippines. For all my life I have been connected to the work of Salvador Cariaga. I shared many meals with him at my parent’s home. He’s really more family than friend.
This is the Arapal Children’s Home. It has served orphans, fed countless impoverished children, and saved many lives.
Sometime before, during, or after Sunday services, please announce to your church the needs in the Philippines. The damage and destruction there is at the highest level of calamity in the world. List of death will be in the thousands. Tacloban alone is over a thousand deaths and counting. We were fortunate in Arapal because although all our buildings were destroyed, lives were spared because we had one solid shelter made out of cement and stone. 50 people were able to seek refuge in the basement and were unharmed. Hundreds of thousands were not as fortunate.
Please send your help to Shepherds HIll International, PO Box 11000, Oklahoma City, OK 73136. Or you may send it online to shepherdshill.org Shepherds Hill is a non-profit organization led by Dr. Mike O’Neal as the chairman of the board (former OC president). All disaster donations will be sent to the Philippines to help with the relief and rebuilding work there. Just note that it is for the disaster in the Philippines. I am also avialable to speak in churches or civic groups. For more information, please contact me at 817 480 1287 or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Please pray and pass this announcement around.
God bless us all.
Fortunate. They lost everything they had built and yet they are fortunate. Their needs are very real and immediate. Salvador’s organization is already there. They are a part of the community. I am confident that any funds donated will go directly to help those in need.
Here is an interview that he did with The Weather Channel
Your thoughts and prayers are greatly appreciated. Arapal was a refuge. It will be again.
Wear loose fitting long pants, they say. Tuck the hem of your pants into your socks, they say. So I ask you, who is more appropriately dressed for a day in the woods?
If you said me in the cargo pants with drawstrings at the ankles rather than my kilted and legginged* husband, you’d be wrong.
Behold, my knee
So itchy and oozy (not to be confused with Uzi, which is something else entirely). There are more bites, but I do try to keep this site generally safe for work. For those that would like to know, these were apparently conservative chiggers as they stayed exclusively to the right. Or maybe they were liberal chiggers attacking the right. Don’t bother alerting the media.
I hate chiggers. But I suppose it is awful hard to love a parasitic creature that wants nothing more than to liquefy your flesh for consumption. Mmm, scrumptious. Gosh, they seem more liberal all the time. Free ride, free meal, Occupy Jen’s right leg!
To say my cat has spent the last seven years frightened of Michael is really an understatement. It just doesn’t tell the whole story. We’re talking sheer terror. Like, losing bowel control terror. No, I don’t know why.
You see, I rescued this bat-eared feline from the construction site at my office.
No, he never did grow into those ears. I raised this little critter into the 18 pounds of pathetic mama’s boy that he is today. He has repaid me with lots of head-butts and snuggles and unwavering loyalty.