Ok, so Ferd left me here for 4 days, but I survived. Needless to say, I didnt sleep hardly at all. But, he had a good time and it was a beneficial trip, so I consider it a sacrifice..Im such a great wife! Very humble, I know. Anyway, he took the 4 young men that he is training up to this Preacher Boy's Retreat way up in the Ifagau Mountains. It is like 10x worse than here, and the alot of the men wear loin clothes and stuff. Sean and I kept imagining Ferd being held by spear-point and sacrificed to sun gods. But, he made it through. He had originally asked me to go, and now that I see the pictures, Im kind of glad I chose to stay down here in the concrete jungle we live in, where I can sit on a toilet, not hover over one and try to aim. Not to say that I havent done that before...I have stories! But it's not something that I enjoy about this culture..along with the fact toilet paper is non existant. So, after you aim and make it, you shake it , kinda like air-drying. Anyway, the young men are learning so much and are teaching and preaching more and more at the church, so the retreat was good for them to meet other young pastors- in training.
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