I am writing this as typhoon Glenda rages all around us here in Los Banos.
We have no power since about two in the morning when the wind and rain started to intensify. Earlier forecasts predicted that wind speed will exceed 120 kph and by the looks of it, it is much more. We hardly slept the rest of the evening and as dawn broke, the typhoon is stronger. Trees all around us are fallen, winds howling as if in anger. Our son’s car is covered with tree branches (I hope its nothing serious). Our house seems OK except for some leak near the living room.
About 20 typhoons enter the Philippines territory every year with about 9 making landfall. For the past fifteen years my research work is about climate risks and how we can adapt to them. So I should be the last person to be surprised by typhoons. But as I sit in our darkened dining room, I know how theory can be so different from practice. When the sky is black, the sound of wind deafening, and your house is creaking then typhoons cease to be a phenomenon to be studied. It becomes a terrifying event where one’s own survival is at stake.
For us Christians, it’s a reminder of the power of God. And our impotence. During sunny days, we may have delusions of grander. But at times like this, we are confronted by nothingness before a God who is the real master of the universe.
PS In the aftermath of the typhoon, we are all safe, thank God. We are still picking up the pieces of our lives as there is still no power and likely so for days to come. At least we have water now and some cell communication.