That's me, Red! I am old and poor! Well, I'm poor in spirit, I hope, and though I am not rich I am retired, have social security and two rentals that have cost me a lot of money and mental anguish over the last 5 years, not leaving me much profit, but we get by, and Carol keeps reminding me to look to the Lord because He is our provider, and I may not be rich in houses and lands, but I hope I am rich toward God. I have riches untold in Jesus, and a promise that He is preparing a place for me, for you, and for all those who trust in Him.
My experience when I went to the Philippines was that my friends' filipina wife's families in Manila spoke and understood very good English, but most of them in Negros didn't speak well nor did they understand. One of her brother in laws in Negros had been some kind of a manager in the sugar cane industry, and he spoke and understood English as well as I do. The most frustrating time that I had while I was in the Philippines was when my friend's filipina wife left me in a food court with her brother and his young grandson, while the rest of them went through the mall. I wanted to go with them, but she is a little pushy, but not a mean person. Anyway I think her brother wanted to stay there with the little guy, and she didn't want him to be alone. The frustrating part was that he would ask me a question, trying to learn, and then I would answer him, and he wouldn't understand what I was telling him, so he would ask again, and I would try to make my statement in a different way. So he was not able to ask the question so that I could understand, and I was not able to answer him so that he could understand. He was friendly, and just trying to get to know me, but it was a tense time for me not knowing him very well, and feeling like I was being interrigated, but it was okay, and I was around him much more in the remaining 2 weeks, and it was all pleasant. If I would have had someone there who understood both Tagolog and Engish it would have been much easier.
A niece took it upon herself to make me feel comfortable, so she sat by me while eating, and helped me to get food on my plate. I ate my rice first mainly to get rid of it, but I liked it, not as much as most filipino people do, then she would hand me the rice: "Here, David, have some more rice," so to keep her happy, I was full of rice! It was okay, though.
During the house blessing the Father was throwing water on everything, and my firend asked his filipina wife why the Father was doing that, adn she said it was to chase out the evil spirits. My friend responded, "That is what my 6 mm is for, then he laughed!